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Parched

     People saw me walking but my legs actually skipped like the mountain goat. The thoughts of how rosy the journey would be filled me like steam in a sauna. In my bid to preserve the joy of that moment, I became a gymnast practicing on the laser beam of perfection, but the more I strived for it, the farther it was. The pleasure of my heart migrated with the wind of time, the more I strode by might.

     My 2nd year at University was a paradox of sadness. "Seek my face,"  Abba said at each encounter. Several times than I can remember, I stepped out of that rest. I wanted exciting experiences like hearing the angels merriments. I was picky of the faith diet. I checked into caves of distraction and snuggled in shadow of my old self through the nights. 

     I remember one particular memory where I was asking Jesus to beg God for me 😂. The parchedness I experienced  had to be God. Jesus is my friend, but God does not seem nice to me. I knew of the saving grace of Jesus but I was oblivious that the package included the love of the Father and the fellowship of the Spirit. It was a complete package. Seek one and get two free.


The grace of the Lord Jesus Christ and the love of God, and the fellowship of the Holy Spirit be with you all.

2 Corinthians 13:14 AMP 

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