Thursday, January 17, 2008

God, where are you not?

Where can I go without You, God? What can I do that is going to ruin me forever? What can I do without You, God? Where is it You are going to slay me and leave me to die?

What is so wrong with my desires? I want to go to California more than I have wanted most anything in life; and I have desires to please the Lord and grow while there as well.

What is holding me back? Fear. What is keeping me still? Uncertainty of my future....

Yet if I stay here, I slowly lose my cool. I am not growing in the way I desire to. My hopes are not being realized. I am not satisfied living here in E'town; and it has nothing to do with me not liking any of the people, nor with how boring the place can be. It has everything to do with feeling a calling elsewhere; and the thought of staying here through that, living mediocrily....it disgusts me.

God, where can I go where you are not? Please go with me to California. Open doors for me and bless me there. I believe You are calling me there; and that is where I want to be. Please call me and bring me there by mid=April.

I love You, Jesus.

bad habits

Can I give up bad habits without going through pain?
Is it possible to rid myself of unnecessary, addictive gunk without withdrawal pains and gross feelings of insecurity, off-and-on misery, and grueling discomfort?

Nope.

Okay, then, pain. Bring it. I can't live with these excess life-drainers.

It's not Kansas time anymore....

You all know the comfortable place. Your Home. Your relaxation, familiarity, easy living. Your Kansas.

Well, it's not Kansas time anymore, Dorothy.

If it was last year, let me assure you that time has passed and the storm is coming. You cannot rely on the comforts or assurance of last year. Now is the time to fight for what you believe in and give your best to get through the stormy storms to your Emerald City. The yellow brick road is not looking very pretty right now. Hold on anyway! You can never make it to your dream if you stay seated on your bed...

It's NOT Kansas time anymore, Dorothy.