I (obviously) have quite the adventure ahead of me.
I will be spending May 20th-August 6th at summer camp, and a few short weeks after that I will be leaving the country for nine months.
Needless to say, I am thrilled. So thrilled, in fact, that I have nearly removed myself from reality and am constantly living in my dreams for the future. I struggle to focus on what truly counts (no, not school
). I thrive off of passion and adventure, and this semester has made me feel as if it doesn’t exist.
Good thing there is a truth that leads me deeper than my feelings ever could.
This lackadaisical path my heart has molded to has discouraged me. However, Jesus is teaching me of what it is to be steadfast [sted-fast, -fahst, -fuh
st]- fixed in purpose or resolution.
I have learned to cling to Jesus, our only source of hope. Name everything that weighs you down, then I will show you hope in Him. Try and show me hope in other things, and your own experiences will show you that that’s not real hope.
At times I am tempted to seek out what will give me passion, any sort of passion. There are so many paths I could take that would provide a temporary thrill.
But Jesus constantly reminds me of that one time when he asked his twelve disciples if they wanted to leave him too, like the crowds around him just did. Peter responds to Jesus, “Lord, to whom shall we go? You have the words of eternal life.” (John 6:68).
If I turn away from Jesus, if I pursue anything else, what would it be? I have no other hope. You have no other hope. I want to take hold of the life that is truly life, I crave it. It is found in Jesus. In Jesus. This heart of mine is filled to the brim with desires, and the sweetest name to ever cross my lips is also the only one that can satisfy. He is good, He is life. And “in this fortunate turn of events, he asked me to be his friend” (John Mark McMillan).
