You know that scene in every teen movie where the main character is wearing something very special, like her grandmother's necklace, but then she goes to a party and loses it? Why do we do the exact same thing?
There we are, panting and sweating, doubled over from the sheer effort of escape. Jesus holds us tight to Him. He whispers "You're safe now". Unless.
I get mad at God over petty things, like catching a cold or waking up too late. I expect God to make everything in my life go smoothly, just because I say a prayer and have a little worship. Meanwhile, I'm sitting on acres of blessings.
What kind of Lover doesn't see a future with their beloved? What kind of Romantic doesn't lie awake at night, dreaming sweet dreams about the new life they and their beloved will live together? Imagine Jesus lying awake thinking about you.
What if your significant other falls out of love with you? What if your friends get tired of you? I wonder if God ever asks those questions about us.
Which one are you?
When an Israelite in the Bible times made a vow to God, it was private, between them and God. Unless, of course, if they were a woman. What gives?
He'd move mountains for us, stay up all night talking to us, pour out blessings so that we won't have room for them. How can we resist that? How do we give that energy right on back to Him?
Love isn't something you trip and fall into. Love isn't a collection of butterflies or heady emotions. Love is...well, love is...
Maybe we have a generic idea of what it looks like to be a Christian. Go to church every week. Buy a highlighter and use it in your Bible. Volunteer at a soup kitchen? But what if God wanted to do a new thing in your faith walk?