waking up

I’m back. I’ve learned that I can write for myself, and still share with the world. Yay.

Lately, I’ve been wondering why it’s so hard to believe that God loves me. But instead of lingering on that too long… I asked myself this question:

What did Jesus think of all of us who would come to faith only by hearing the message?

Apparently, He said we were blessed. Apparently, Thomas could not share this blessedness.

Consider yourself warned. Because apparently, if you ask to see His hands and His side, you’ll miss out, too.

So, I don’t write here much anymore…

I’ve discovered it’s much easier to be honest with myself when I don’t write for the world to see. The result is I’ve become more aware…

I’m surprised at how uncomfortable I get when I need to be alone with God. I do everything I can to dodge it. But whether I fill my time with meaningless entertainment or meaningful acts of service… neither truly suffice when it comes to the kind of deep fulfillment we all long for. Even time with family isn’t enough sometimes. It’s no wonder people go seeking thrills and adventurous trips through distant lands… The human soul is often caged by freedom when, more often, it’s embracing necessity that brings us liberty.

What does the human soul truly need? Is it not simply to love, and to receive love? And who better, than Jesus Christ to meet us in our need…

Goodbye for now.

Thanks for a new year, God. Thanks for not giving up on me. Thank You for death and resurrection, night and day, old and new.

I want to follow You.