Ever since I was three I remember loving God. As I grew up and became an adult this love remained but I lost the sense of how to spend time communing with Him. I chased God. I prayed and read my Bible. I worshiped. I even fasted from time to time whenever crisis or desperation got deep enough. However I rarely, if ever, would turn my heart towards His Presence to receive without an agenda. God didn't need me but I sure needed Him. I've got to do something. Reflecting back, my reasons for seeking God usually came from some sort of required obedience, or a desire for change.
My youngest posing on his 3rd birthday...eager to open presents.
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