It’s been well over a year since i have written a blog, and as i lay here in my bed, my mind racing, I am unable to sleep! So I figured if these thoughts are important enough to keep me up at night, then they must be good enough to share!
Being back home from my race has had so many ups and downs! But there is one key thing that has kept my relationship with God alive. Sunday mornings. I never really understood the importance of going to church until I started going faithfully every week, of my own free will! Realizing that when I would miss a Sunday, God would start to feel distant, specially if it was for unimportant reasons (wanting to sleep in, hungover, etc). But how did I not see that it wasn’t God that was distant, it was me, it was this world pulling me into it’s wicked ways. It was Satan telling me that i didn’t need God anymore, i was having fun, life was good. But was life really good? Wasting a whole day lying in bed because I didn’t feel good from the night before, finding laughter and enjoyment in other peoples pain, hardening my heart from feeling compassion for others, being unable to empathize with others because what they were going through wasn’t as bad as what had happened to me, drinking my pain away because I didn’t want to feel that hurt anymore. I had a hard heart for a very long time, and I believe to a certain degree I still do. [Gods still working on me ;)]
I will be the first to admit that my alone time with God is heavily lacking in my life. When I do have alone time with God, I feel refreshed and alive, I feel like I can take on the world! It usually puts a big smile on my face and gives me the strength to get through each day with that smile! But on the days or weeks that I skip out on that alone time, I can feel myself slowly get pulled back into worldly things. This is why Sunday mornings have been such a saving grace for me. The people at my church are so amazing as well as the worship and sermons! I leave church every Sunday and am ready to face my fears, deal with all my problems, soften my heart just a little bit more, and face the week!
I know for a fact that when I got back from my race, if I wouldn’t have had my home church to come back to (or any church for that matter) I would have been lost. I would have slowly let go of my saviors hand, and walked further into the darkness of this world. So I thank God for giving me exactly what I need every Sunday morning and every time I have quiet time with Him! He always seems to tell me exactly what I need to hear, weather it is teaching me a lesson, or encouraging me that I am on the right path!
Thank You Jesus For Sunday Mornings!
— For I consider that the sufferings of this present time are not worth comparing with the glory that is to be revealed to us.
Romans 8:18
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