Note: I am not depressed.
I am actually quite a bright little individual dazed and slightly confused by the bright lights of God in my small town naivety.
I ignored God when I was a kid. If I could change that I would. I would go and get into God. I would pray with freedom rather than rigidity, and sing when I wanted with all the heart that was in me.
This evening I went to the beach, turned my ipod up to full volume and praised God. Standing on the rocks embracing the bracing easterly wind, God was my audience.
I'm beginning to understand.
I'm beginning to get a grasp on the passion that has been placed within my heart.
Slowly awakening.
Slowly breaking out.
You see boys and girls...it is about Jesus. The basis of ALL of this is Jesus and what he was sent for. Just thinking about some of the things that I have been hearing about Jesus makes me want to go outside and sing again!!...but I won;t because it's 1130pm on Christmas Day.
I've wondered why o why am I not passionate about God? Why does it seem as though my prayers are not from my heart?
Once you grab a firm hold of the cross and the Christ that died on that cross and rose again to make me and you and everyone as white as snow...then life gets meaning.
That is the meaning of life. Ultimately that's the meaning of Christmas...
I could go on forever...
One day God will put words and songs in my mouth...well...actually they're there.
Now I pray that God will help me find a way to get these things out.
Amen.
Happy New Year. x x x
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