Talk about some major suckage with the blogging. I get a new blog then I post like twice then fall off the face of the earth? Oh well I guess that’s what life and Master’s Commission does to you. I have been meaning to blog though. Anyway this is the past almost two months in a nut shell: Finished my first semester of SAGU classes, being stretched in every possible which way by myself and by God, downloaded more than 300 songs legally and illegally (Don’t judge me because I’ve bet that you’ve done it too at one point or another.), Jacques is at boot camp and God is answering my prayers for him left and right, and I’m on Christmas Break now. Whew…
Well now that’s out of the way let me share something that has been on my heart lately. Remember when you got saved. Remember the boldness, the new life you were experiencing? The Excitement? What happened to it? I mean when did we stop getting excited? When did that passion burn out? When did that childlike faith become saturated with reality? We all of a suddent have a total knowledge of God then our faith and passion struggles to keep up.
Maybe this hasn’t happened to you but it has to me during the past couple years of being in Master’s and in between. Somewhere between high school and now, I have been told that having faith was crazy and that passion fizzled when I tried to give up my dreams of youth coming to know God. I have been getting back on track for the last several months and healing from the choices that caused me to almost walk away from God but never regaining the faith to believe that God is listening to my prayers. The past couple months of Master’s, God has rocked me in ways to have a childlike faith and passion again. I want to believe in my prayers for the little things like I used to. I want to be passionately in love with Jesus that it leads people to him.
I’m grateful to God for giving me an example to follow. If anyone has met my mom, you know that she is totally in love with Jesus. And if you have ever told me something bad or told me to pray for you, I’m calling or texting my mom to tell her to pray. We got saved about the same time, but she has still always held on to her childlike faith which as probably made her one of the strongest prayer warriors I have ever known. She has such athority in her words even though her prayers are simple. But God wants us to pray like children would and love him without any holds back. I am so grateful to have such a mother to encourage me and to show me how I should pray. I just want to be like a child again and love Him like I should again…
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