(upon prompting through email)
Sometimes life is crazy, sometimes life slips through our fingers… we spend so much time in the state of anxiety or worry or fear that we forget to live.
God’s been talking to me a lot lately, His voice is muffled because I’ve been trying so hard not to hear certain things and He just doesn’t work that way, you can’t say “this area of my life is yours, but this one is all mine” and expect a good relationship with Him.
I can see the changes and I can hear his requests… my hope is that if you are where I am, you pause, look with sincerity of heart and you wait because somewhere right in front of you God has something He’s asking you to do.
2 comments:
I think you're right. Many of us (myself included) don't actually live at all. What we call "living" is something significantly less. My so-called life is too often a dehumanized busyness or else a neurotic fear/anxiety/worry defense posture. "I have come that you may have life and have it abundantly."
The weird thing is, it doesn't take too much effort to stop for a second and see what's happening. A couple moments longer, and I can even see hints of the grace that has flooded the world. But then...
SNAP! And I'm back to my so-called life. Here's hoping you have better luck with your eyes seeing and your ears hearing than I do.
I wish it was as easy as God leaving a note explaining everything He wants us to do. I know it's not that obvious, but it's just a thought. I can see Him pointing out scripture to me, and I can see changes or His creations, but I don't really hear Him. Just wish I could, that he would Yell just so I could hear every word precisely. I just wonder how many hours are in a Day and why I don't find extra time to just talk to Him besides on the bus or before waking up/sleeping. Just how much is 24 hours? I don't think that it's enough.
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