GOD IS MY PASSION

My nephew David asked me what my passion was.  While I love a lot of things, my passion is first to my relationship to God.  In light of that relationship I love Jesus, I love nature, I love the Bible, and I love people.  But all of those draw from my passion for God.  All life draws from Him.  I can’t imagine it any other way.  I have simple faith in who He is and what He means to me.

I don’t understand all the arguments about God.  I don’t understand all the hatred that people have towards God.  I don’t understand all the divisions there are over God.  It makes me sad.  I don’t get intimidated anymore. I don’t feel the need to defend myself to anyone anymore. I don’t feel the need to be right anymore.  I know who I love and believe in; I know what I believe in, and that is enough for me.

I look at a world so desperate for God, yet continually either denying Him or trying to usurp Him.  I am sure that makes God sad.  He created such a beautiful world to dwell with His creation in, enjoy walks in the cool of the day with, and work with one another and enjoy one another.  But our first ancestors thought they knew best.  I get that.  I spent many years thinking I had it all down, all together…but I didn’t.  It was there for the taking. 

It was there all along; I read it many times, and yet I went cheerfully along on my own way, thinking it was the best way.  Now I believe what I read.

          “Seek the Lord while He may be found, call upon Him while He is

           near…For My thoughts are not your thoughts, nor are your ways

           My ways.” (Isaiah 55:6-8)

Now my passion is to simply dwell with God and enjoy His Presence, to dwell with Jesus and enjoy His Presence, and to be who He wants me to be and do what He wants me to do.