I’ve been so tired lately to the point that I come home, drop my stuff, eat dinner with mom and dad and fall on my bed.
I still haven’t warmed up to the idea of being at an office, sleeping, and then waking up to do it again (my apologies to the 95% of us Americans who do this). It’s not the job itself. It’s just that I’ve allowed it to compromise my love affair with Jesus – that’s a no no. I’ve tasted and seen. I can’t stand him not being a part of.. everything. I miss my first love.
So the other day I threw on a tshirt, the baggiest boxer shorts I own, some fuzzy socks, and with mermaid blankie and headphones in hand I trekked out to our hammock in the backyard.
I played the song by Bethel called “I love Your Presence,” snuggled up under my blankie, stared out at the gray sky over the lake and invited Him in. At every line that sang “I love, I love, I love your presence” I felt warmth wash over me. Thank you daddy.
I remember when I’d get frustrated because in my time with God I would go on and on asking for more of Him. Whatever ‘more’ looked like. It felt like I was talking to the wind or my popcorn ceiling. Well the other morning I woke up and peacefully sighed, “Good morning God.” Instant giddiness and warmth filled my soul. I chuckled at the randomness of His reassuring presence.
I love to be more intentional with how I address God now. At whatever moment I blurt out His name, turn my affections toward Him. He doesn’t keep from making His loving presence known.
So often I’m spiritually depleted, and God knows just what to appease my appetite with – Himself. Oh how excited I am to be fed and filled as I prepare to embark on the World Race and spread His giddiness and warmth and love all over the place.
“Blessed are the poor in Spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of Heaven.” Matt 5:3
Stay hungry.
Love,
'E'
