I am never "bringing" God anywhere. He is not something to be tucked into my back pocket, along for the ride. He is already there. He is already at work. He is gracious enough to invite me to join in.
My end-goal, my whole life’s aim, my every decision has to be working towards knowing God and diving into His love.
I'm learning that the hard work of showing up in my relationship with Jesus doesn't make it less worthwhile. The days where He seems silent don't change the fact that I need Jesus more than the air I'm breathing. Jesus didn't promise warm and fuzzy - He promised everlasting life, and that's what I'm after.
But what I am trying to learn and repeat over and over to myself, is that maybe it's not the circumstances that need to change - it's me.
Who is God? Who are we in context of who He is? What does God call us to? How do we practically apply that to our lives?
When we rest we aren’t letting anyone down. We aren’t dropping the ball. We’re actually building ourselves up to be the most productive, alert and focused versions of ourselves.
The phrase I keep thinking is that something has to give. That something? It’s me.
There is something sacred about finding a landing place, a home that is restful and joyful and calls your soul to something higher.