I am slowly coming to terms with the fact that I have to come down off the Jesus high I have been on since late July.  Part of me really doesn’t want to.  My summer has been incredible (despite being away from Squam Lake).  I have felt the hand of God in so many amazing ways in recent weeks that it astounds me.  I can’t remember a time in my life where I have felt so wonderfully and completely alive.  There has been so much freedom in being here at AIM (http://www.adventures.org) that I now find myself becoming anxious about going back to New Hampshire.  Wondering if the God I have come to know here will follow me home.  Or if the stilted and wooden faith I had a year ago is going to return.  AIM helped me to let God out of the box I had put Him in, and I don’t want to put Him back in it!  I have been closer to the Lord than I ever thought possible, which makes this week so much harder.
I sat in a church on Sunday morning and I felt nothing.  This is the same church in which I sat six weeks ago and marveled at how fully I felt the Lord’s presence – in a building no less!  That morning blew me away.  I have felt that same presence of the Lord filling me in other places this summer too; I just can’t seem to find it in a church now.  I went with some friends to a worship service last night, and I felt God there for a moment… but it was brief.  It was fleeting.  And I wanted more so badly.  But to get the ‘more’ I crave, I feel like I need to be in motion.  That sitting or standing in one place while someone talks at me isn’t enough.  I am starting to think that my faith is like a shark; if I stop moving, it could falter. 

 
I know I have to learn to be still.  I have to learn how to come down off this high and to be okay with seeking the Lord in quiet times.  I know that the Lord wants me to take time to just hang out with Him, but a part of me has felt like I have been doing so much FOR Him, and I haven’t taken the time to just BE with Him. 


Knowing that I have to do these things and actually doing them are two very different things.  I know I still have a long way to go.  But as a certain wonderful cartoon from the 1980s used to say at the end of every episode: Knowing is half the battle!