Better...
Today 'almost' feels like a normal day. If it weren't for some lingering exhaustion from my pneumonia ordeal, I think I'd be feeling perfectly normal. But since any improvement is a good thing, I won't complain.
Church this morning was a good experience. Dave's message (and the song, "One Thing") really got me thinking. Is there anything extraordinary about my faith? Is there anything that sets me apart from the droves of pseudo-Christ followers out there?
I've been a part of some amazing things in my life. I've seen God do things and ignite a fire in my heart that I thought would never fade. I've seen prayer answered instantaneously. I've seen people come to Christ who I never thought would. And...at those moments...I'm on fire. My faith seems alive...vibrant...even contagious. Sadly, a few weeks of settling back into normal routines turns the experience into just memory, rather than an ever-present feeling.
But I think that's my fault. These opportunities are not 'elusive' experiences. Most of them happened when I 'uprooted' myself from the world for a short time: Mission trips, for example. I guess I think the real problem is that I don't engage that kind of activity in my everyday life like I want to. I need to.
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On another note, someone called my cell phone at 3:00 a.m. last night. Wrong number, of course. Goobers...as if I don't have enough trouble sleeping already.
Beautiful day outside today, so I'm sitting on the back porch with the laptop as Kailyn plays in her sandbox. It's quiet, too. I love Sunday afternoons. No noise from the factories near the river. Very little traffic on Gordon Terry Parkway, so there's the absence of the usual 'hum' of cars/trucks going down the road. Only the noise of bugs and the occasional laughter of kids playing in the neighborhood. Heh...I guess I'm a suburban nerd.
Changing the topic...
With the severe weather season approaching, I'm envious of E's amateur radio connections. I think it'd be cool to actually hear reports as they come in directly from the source...or even be a weather spotter myself. Not that I love the destruction caused by storms like the ones coming this Monday night/Tuesday may bring, but I have to admit - as a weather nut - there's something mesmerizing about massive storms and tornadoes. Closest thing I've ever seen to a tornado was a huge rotating wall cloud while on a church retreat just outside of Birmingham a few years back. We're looking at the sky for the twister (call us stupid), only to realize the WHOLE sky over our heads was rotating. And you could hear some serious wind noise at altitudes high above us. At that point, we took cover... Still, the experience was awesome...like 'brushing' with something so much bigger than you...
Anyway, I'll enjoy this nice day while it lasts....
Church this morning was a good experience. Dave's message (and the song, "One Thing") really got me thinking. Is there anything extraordinary about my faith? Is there anything that sets me apart from the droves of pseudo-Christ followers out there?
I've been a part of some amazing things in my life. I've seen God do things and ignite a fire in my heart that I thought would never fade. I've seen prayer answered instantaneously. I've seen people come to Christ who I never thought would. And...at those moments...I'm on fire. My faith seems alive...vibrant...even contagious. Sadly, a few weeks of settling back into normal routines turns the experience into just memory, rather than an ever-present feeling.
But I think that's my fault. These opportunities are not 'elusive' experiences. Most of them happened when I 'uprooted' myself from the world for a short time: Mission trips, for example. I guess I think the real problem is that I don't engage that kind of activity in my everyday life like I want to. I need to.
...
On another note, someone called my cell phone at 3:00 a.m. last night. Wrong number, of course. Goobers...as if I don't have enough trouble sleeping already.
Beautiful day outside today, so I'm sitting on the back porch with the laptop as Kailyn plays in her sandbox. It's quiet, too. I love Sunday afternoons. No noise from the factories near the river. Very little traffic on Gordon Terry Parkway, so there's the absence of the usual 'hum' of cars/trucks going down the road. Only the noise of bugs and the occasional laughter of kids playing in the neighborhood. Heh...I guess I'm a suburban nerd.
Changing the topic...
With the severe weather season approaching, I'm envious of E's amateur radio connections. I think it'd be cool to actually hear reports as they come in directly from the source...or even be a weather spotter myself. Not that I love the destruction caused by storms like the ones coming this Monday night/Tuesday may bring, but I have to admit - as a weather nut - there's something mesmerizing about massive storms and tornadoes. Closest thing I've ever seen to a tornado was a huge rotating wall cloud while on a church retreat just outside of Birmingham a few years back. We're looking at the sky for the twister (call us stupid), only to realize the WHOLE sky over our heads was rotating. And you could hear some serious wind noise at altitudes high above us. At that point, we took cover... Still, the experience was awesome...like 'brushing' with something so much bigger than you...
Anyway, I'll enjoy this nice day while it lasts....
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