wins the race.
I have reached my goal of walking and praying three days this week for an hour at a time.
It was 29 degrees this morning when I started out – but I would not be denied. The temperature dropped all week which made me all the more determined to show myself faithful.
I am not being legalistic about this, I have done that thank your very little, I am actually being quite selfish. My prayer as I walk along the road to “our field” is that God bless me. I want nothing more.
Why?
Because I need it.
God impacted me in such a powerful way last week that it is all I can think about. I guess you could call me a spiritual junkie. I am hooked on His presence and I am willing to do whatever it takes to please Him. Even if I never receive another impartation like the one I experienced on the floor of my church, I just want to please Him.
He is pursuing me, and I think He likes the chase.
The funny thing about all of this is it has taken so little effort on my part. Sure, I have pulled myself out of my warm bed but its more like getting up for Christmas than getting up for the dentist. I guess if I could compare this week to anything it would be like the first week of dating. I have been on my best behavior, worked really hard at anticipating, gone the extra mile, basically presented myself in the best possible light in hopes that my date is impressed.
I am selling myself.
The strange thing about this type of behavior in me is that my date has already bought me. I don’t have to get up and walk in the cold, there is nothing I can do to make Him want me more, love me more, accept me more, sing over me louder, because He is already hopelessly and madly in love with me. I am dating someone that has already said yes in the most dramatic and public of ways and yet He pursues me.
Me!
He greets me each morning like I am the only one getting up and playing hide and go seek in the cold with the God of the universe. He tells me that He loves me like it is the first time He has ever uttered the words. I ravage His heart, not by great words or beautifully sung songs or prose or strong arms, but by simply glancing His way. He is undone by me. The builder of galaxies is undone by me.
I love our mornings together in the cold.
In the stillness of the morning, when I stop to listen, He tells me about the rest of his children. He tells me about you, with passion that burns in my chest and brings me to my knees, He tells me about His extravagant love for you.
He wants you to come out and play, Jesus is pursuing you, and I think He likes the chase.