Being Real...

I just watched the excitement of my dear friend give her life to the Lord. She glowed of the Light of God. The tone of her voice was electrifying. Her story brought back the magnetic moments of my journey…

I remember the night that God lifted me out of the bottom of my pit. It truly is an event that is very hard to describe because of it being so personal and intimate. The fire that was started in my belly and the thirst for Jesus was so strong and passionate. Every minute of the day was consumed with my new found love.
Reading the bible, bible studies, church services, and talking of the new life I was delivered into.

To now, I am so thirsty and the fire is just ambers of warmth. I disappoint myself, when I think of God during the day and realize it was the first time. Church activities take second place to my children’s sporting events. I open the bible many times to start reading than my mind takes me into thinking about the days events and the list of “to do”. Sadly that seems that what my life has become. A “to do” list.

My heart is so very much in love with Jesus, there is no doubt with that. My mind struggles with the fact that I am not “there” and “there” is where I need to be. My soul is just thirsty, and longs for that intimacy…



Search me [thoroughly], O God, and know my heart! Try me and know my thoughts!

                      And see if there is any wicked or hurtful way in me, and lead me in the way everlasting.

Psalms 139:23-24

Then Jesus declared, “I am the bread of life. Whoever comes to me will never go hungry, and whoever believes in me will never be thirsty. John 6:35