Good news- the drought is over. Rain came and washed our cars. I'm also thrilled to announce that the inside of my car is now super clean since I forgot to close my sun roof….I think I read somewhere that water spotted leather is totally in.
In other awesome news, I heard something that got me thinking. When we maintain our faith, rather than grow it, we begin to lose what was given to us. Totally rocks my socks off. I realized the other day that I'm obsessed with His highs. It's like I'm living for that next high and am disappointed when I'm not on one. Then I noticed I was literally hoarding my highs. Like I want to recreate or maintain it rather than thanking Him and anticipating the next blessing. I lived in a rut for so long that getting shots of God is addicting.
He's definitely running in sprint mode on "The Blessings Marathon" tour and I'm running after Him as fast as my short legs will carry me- trying to keep up and not miss a single one.
I used to have a tendency to find something or someone and fight tooth and nail to keep it. I became laser focused on not losing them and forgot to just relax. I eventually lost whatever it was I held onto so dearly…Lovely little cycle I had going back then…not.
People and stuff provide this sense of security we all want so instead of growing the relationships, we become paralyzed with fear of losing them or become obsessed with keeping the boat of our lives upright. And if thats the case, the boat's gonna tump over- for sure. Mine sunk and is on the bottom of the Atlantic somewhere…
Permission to speak life? We're not called to live like that- phew!
So yeahh…The reality of The Race has set in. I'm so excited it feels like I have IVs of caffeine pumping into my veins. But I also feel a like woahh, man…I was hanging out with my dog and started thinking how it was one of the last times we'd kick it on the porch. Then I had dinner with my giant family and realized I wouldn't do Thanksgiving or Christmas or my birthday with them either. And I got bummed. Not like, "Oh poor me," kinda bummed but a realization dawned that life as I know it will probably never be the same.
Wanna know something? I'm ok with it. I'm actually really ok with it.
For so long I was just maintaining my standard of living. I didn't care to find new ways to love God back and grow. I was just existing. I know I'll get homesick. I'm sure I'll laugh when I Skype Topper…but here's the difference. I'm peaceful. And that's something that's never been in my vocabulary. But I am. And. It's awesome.
On days when I'm not on a particular high, I just sit and stare at the awesomeness God is doing and I rest. I know He's in control. He has shown me that time and again. His relentless love is incredible and I want to keep pushing the limits, running the race, fighting the fight and living the life He has called me to live.
As we eat fish head soup and live in tight spaces and learn how to survive with nothing at training camp starting this Saturday, don't pity or worry about us. Instead, high five God and say, "Way to go, Big Man! Your redeeming love is flipping lives around and I can't wait to see what happens next!"
I won't settle for a life of complacency. I'm up and dancing and watching God move in ways I can't even begin to fathom.
Anddd I love y'all so much. Your prayers are blessings from above. Please shoot me an email if there is anything I can be specifically praying about. It'd be a freakin honor to pray with ya!
