Monday, November 23, 2009

Cling To Him.

Reading through Deuteronomy as of late in the mornings. Just loving it. I'm so thankful for a God who wrote words for me to read, thousands of years ago, TODAY. Woah. I read Deut 27 - 30 this morning, and... you should probably pick up your Bible and do the same.

"Choose life... that you may love the Lord your God, that you may obey His voice, and that you may cling to Him for He is your life and the length of your days, and that you may dwell in the land which the LORD swore to your fathers." - Deut 30:29

I want to make that personal.

"I WILL choose life... that I may love the Lord my God, that I may obey His voice, and that I may cling to Him for He is MY life and the length of MY days, and that I may dwell in the land which the LORD swore to MY fathers."

CLING.
to him.

Cling: to be in close contact with, stick or hold together, to resist separation.

I Resist the fact that I'm too busy to read my bible. I Resist the fact that my mind wanders a lot when I pray. I Resist the fact that often I sooo badly want my will for my life and not His. Instead, I Cling to His refreshing presence. I Cling to His available Word. I Cling to His incredible promises. I Cling to His life.

Tuesday, November 3, 2009

So Of Course He Loves Old Ordinary Me.

I started this blog really wanted to write it in regularly. Every now and then I get inspired in my morning journallings with Jesus. I often think I should jot a few notes down online--but I write verses or thoughts out in my journal and don't think to blog after that. Silly me. A lot's been going on in my mind the past few weeks... About life and priorities and what really matters when you strip it all away. Jesus. He's what matters.

If my main priority in life isn't to glorify His name and live to get to know Him better each and every day that I live, I'm a little screwed up. Just gotta be blunt. And some days: I'm screwed up. He's not the first thing on my mind. Sometimes He's the last thing on my mind. Business usually takes #1 in my mind. Me goes #2. Family becomes #3 and friends are thrown in there somewhere. That's my natural order of priorities: and it's RIDICULOUS. What a ridiculous human being I am. Absurd.

I'm learning more and more each day about the love of Jesus. Sometimes I'll be listening to a song and just start crying. And I'll cry as I realize how much He loves us. How much He's blessed us. How excited I am for Heaven. It's so overwhelming. I recently finished reading "Traveling Mercies" by Anne Lamott (she's got some wonky theology but she's a beautiful writer and has some great imagery) & here is one of my favourite quotes:

"The mystery of God's love as I understand it is that God loves the man who was being mean to his dog just as much as he loves babies; God love Susan Smith, who drowned her two sons, as much as he loves Desmond Tutu. And he loved her just as much while she was releasing the handbrake of her car that sent her boys into the river as he did when she first nursed them. So of course He loves old ordinary me, even or especially at my most scared and petty and mean and obsessive. Loves me; CHOOSES me."

What a great God we worship.