Sight

There are a million ways to start this idea. Butterflies are flighty. Sand slipping through fingers. Grabbing for a hold but having weak muscles. Driving through traffic, but all you see are the blurred car lights. Or the endless human dialogue on the edge of a cliff. (a metaphor I picked up in communications that kinda scarred me). All this gibberish is to say: I FEEL! Emotional living becomes something so unstable and faulty. I love to express and love and feel loved and relate to suffering and feel God's precense BUT for how long? Until, I only rely on these abstract nerve endings to dictate my behavior? I'm tired of moving from one passion to another. I'm tired of believing one thing but not having the strength to live it or fight it.
STOP.
Let me lay out the facts.
My relationship with Jesus is not about me... so let me know Him. He is. Right now. He is in this blog. He hears me because I'm in my Father's thoughts and gaze. He promised strength in the waiting. Why would I reject love if it was waiting for me to claim? Why wouldn't I pursue it's depths, and heights, and widths and lengths if He promised me it would be new and He would overcompensate for my weakness? He is reality. Apart from Him we are all biased to our own view. My heart has to know His.
He is good.
He hears and answers. He feeds us offering nothing less than Himself. He washes us with words from His heart and when we finally look upon Him we will be like Him:) He waits for us to see the gifts He has already given. He is closer than anyone can get but larger than life and death. One who had the strength to overcome every obstacle known to mankind is captured by us. Not because of our strength but because of our weakness.  This love isn't just a project for Him. His existence serves us not because He was forced but because He chooses to be limited to offer us everything. This is the expression of God. Not one of power-wind, fire, and earthquakes- but one of love- He witholds nothing from us. He chose me. He daily pursues me. He doesn't want what I can give Him. He wants what He can give me. If He asks something of me it's really for my good. He's coming back for me and He's already preparing a place for me to be with Him. He doesn't see my pains as a distant third party consoler, He's undergone everything I have and more. He knows the way out. He only shines His light when we give Him our darkness. He let us kill Him so that His own blood could reidentify our rightness with God. I dream like Him and I laugh because He did first.