I used to dread waking up early during discipleship to answer questions in my binder about scripture.
It became mundane. It was frustrating. I always wanted it to be over.
There were some breakthroughs, but for the most part I didn’t enjoy it.
Jesus wasn’t in this church service.
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I began to have my own Sunday morning worship, teaching and prayer.
Each day I tried planning it out. I had a schedule. My flesh took over and I forgot what should have been motivating me.
Jesus. Holy Spirit. The Father.
None were present.
I sat there reading, scribbling down prayers and answers while biting away nervously at my nails.
“Jesus teach me something,”
I begged over and over.
But it became a task. Something I checked off my list then talked about with my friend, Abbie, each week.
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Time with Jesus shouldn’t be homework.
(Unless you really enjoy solving 100 algebra equations.)
It should be a date.
A date with your best friend.
Sit at a table with an empty chair in front of you. Imagine how close the Father is. He is sitting right there with you. He’s not waving a magic wand from thousands of miles above and rewarding only the A+ students.
Papa is quietly awaiting your attention every moment of the day. He wants all of you. He wants to be involved in your life. Make it about the relationship and not about the work.
Love your best friend and the rest will fall into place.
No longer do I call you servants, for the servant does not know what his master is doing; but I have called you friends, for all that I have heard from my Father I have made known to you.
John 15:15
