"Faith is taking the first step even when you don't see the whole staircase." -Martin Luther King, Jr.
I was listening to a song on Pandora called "Don't get comfortable" by Brandon Heath. Immediately, it was like God was talking to me about my faith - don't get lukewarm. I remember at a church sermon that explained how God describes us as sinners - lukewarm saltwater. Gross. I am not surprised that He would want to immediately spit us out. We cannot let our faith become lukewarm. The best analogy I can relate to myself is lukewarm hot cocoa.
In the cold winter months, I love to take a insulated cup of hot cocoa with me to class - and if you saw me walking to class, you probably noticed that I would stop by the Union's Java Dave's and paid an expensive price for a tall hot cocoa and a blueberry muffin. As any girl would understand, we get distracted, and as luck would have it my distraction was class. I would be so wrapped into typing up a storm on my notes, or making sure I turned in an assignment on D2L, that I would forget about my hot cocoa. I distinctly remember taking a big gulp of it and then immediately spitting it back into the cup because it was cold. Is this how God views us at times? I know that I am not always on fire for God, so I am putting myself in that category.
It's so difficult for me to not become comfortable in my walk with Jesus. When this summer session started, I made a promise to myself and to God that I would do a quiet time every night before I go to bed. Ironically, the nights that I intentionally "skipped out" on diving into God's word, I slept horribly or I would wake up and not feel refreshed. On the other
hand, the days when I sat in my comfy bed and enjoyed learning more about my Savior, I slept amazing. Another struggle I have is going to church every Sunday. The closet LifeChurch is in Tulsa, and it's very tempting to just watch the sermon in my pj's in bed. But, it doesn't get me out of the apartment and physically into church. Why is it so hard for me (or for others) to get our bums out of bed, and go to the one place where we feel absolutely safe, loved, and nurtured? I visited First Baptist Church of Tahlly, and it was a great reminder of the church I grew up in. It was conservative, and played the same songs I sung when I was little. The Sunday school was a big dejavu of my old Sunday school class - when learning about God meant group discussions, and applying things to every day life. The only issue I had was that it was a little too comfortable, and I felt like the book, "The Five Love Languages" replaced the bible. Now, granted, I know that's untrue and I should give this place a second, third, fourth, etc. chance. This is where the fire-like faith comes in, and that's my prayer for this week. That I find a church that is beneficial and that fits me.
I don't want to turn into another disregarded cup of lukewarm hot cocoa.
Much love,
In the cold winter months, I love to take a insulated cup of hot cocoa with me to class - and if you saw me walking to class, you probably noticed that I would stop by the Union's Java Dave's and paid an expensive price for a tall hot cocoa and a blueberry muffin. As any girl would understand, we get distracted, and as luck would have it my distraction was class. I would be so wrapped into typing up a storm on my notes, or making sure I turned in an assignment on D2L, that I would forget about my hot cocoa. I distinctly remember taking a big gulp of it and then immediately spitting it back into the cup because it was cold. Is this how God views us at times? I know that I am not always on fire for God, so I am putting myself in that category. It's so difficult for me to not become comfortable in my walk with Jesus. When this summer session started, I made a promise to myself and to God that I would do a quiet time every night before I go to bed. Ironically, the nights that I intentionally "skipped out" on diving into God's word, I slept horribly or I would wake up and not feel refreshed. On the other
hand, the days when I sat in my comfy bed and enjoyed learning more about my Savior, I slept amazing. Another struggle I have is going to church every Sunday. The closet LifeChurch is in Tulsa, and it's very tempting to just watch the sermon in my pj's in bed. But, it doesn't get me out of the apartment and physically into church. Why is it so hard for me (or for others) to get our bums out of bed, and go to the one place where we feel absolutely safe, loved, and nurtured? I visited First Baptist Church of Tahlly, and it was a great reminder of the church I grew up in. It was conservative, and played the same songs I sung when I was little. The Sunday school was a big dejavu of my old Sunday school class - when learning about God meant group discussions, and applying things to every day life. The only issue I had was that it was a little too comfortable, and I felt like the book, "The Five Love Languages" replaced the bible. Now, granted, I know that's untrue and I should give this place a second, third, fourth, etc. chance. This is where the fire-like faith comes in, and that's my prayer for this week. That I find a church that is beneficial and that fits me.I don't want to turn into another disregarded cup of lukewarm hot cocoa.
Much love,
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