life With a Lowercase "l"

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One of the many things I love about running is how easily I enter into deep thought. Yesterday I was thinking about fulfillment. I only thought of that because I had listened to a sermon on the very thing earlier in the day. We are always trying to get life from things. I am always trying to get life from things. Always assessing; how will this affect me, is this good for me, does this person like me, and so on.

I began thinking about this blog and how I have allowed this to bring me life. Life with a lower case "l". I started this blog with the intention of keeping it quiet and to myself, like an online journal. However, I think God's intentions were not the same as mine. Which is always fine, He does amazing work! So now the blog is something I feel free to share with anyone and I think it's great....except for the people pleaser in me. The people pleaser wants attention, affirmation, accolades, admiration. I want to shush this needy voice in me. I want to get Life from the author and perfecter of my faith. Life with an uppercase "L".

Life from God is curious in that it requires us to be other-oriented and self-sacrificial. My life is not about me. This is how God works, in exact contrast to the world. Our God is astonishingly beautiful.

Psalm 63:1-5 "O God, you are my God, earnestly I seek you; my soul thirsts for you, my body longs for you, in a dry and weary land where there is no water. I have seen you in the sanctuary and beheld your power and your glory. Because your love is better than life, my lips will glorify you. I will praise you as long as I live, and in your name I will lift up my hands. My soul will be satisfied as with the richest of foods; with singing lips my mouth will praise you."

Today these words caught my eye. For the first time in my life I can read them and mean them - my soul truly thirsts for Him. He is the Giver of Life.

Comments

  1. WendyMarch 15, 2011 at 3:56 PM

    Oh my goodness - your nail has hit my head with this one today! YIKES! I know I'm not often satisfied with "just God"...

    I'm thankful you are opening up your life through your blog and being opened up to LIFE.

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  2. ADMMarch 28, 2011 at 1:28 PM

    Thanks, Wendy. I'm loving it far more than I could have imagined!

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