Maybe its just because I'm a girl, or maybe its due to being human, but I struggle with my thought life. I am actually quite annoyed by the phrase "struggle with," I guess what I'm really trying to say is: several times a day Satan tempts me to think about events (past or future) that cause me to be anxious or angry and more often than not I fail to "take every thought captive and make it obedient to Christ"(2 Cor 10:5). I am not OK with this. Needtobreathe's song "Something Beautiful" says, "In a day dream I couldn't live like this, I wouldn't stop until I've found something beautiful." That is totally true for me right now. In a day dream I would forget the past, I would press on toward the future with complete faith and confidence, and I would keep pressing on until I was drowning in the love and power of God. This NEEDS to become reality.
I am saddened by the lack of fruit in my life. Over the past few months I have sufficiently cut myself off from the flow of the spirit. I look at myself and see raisins where there should be juicy grapes of joy, prunes where there should be sweet plums of faithfulness, and the oranges of peace were all killed in the ice storm months ago. I am missing out on the abundant life Jesus offers.
As I tried to teach a 3 year old to peddle his bike today I saw a picture of myself. I wanted to push him so he could enjoy the ride but he kept pushing backwards of the peddles making the back tire unable to spin. He was pushing against me and therefore missing out on some fun and a chance to learn something new. God wants to lead me along on an adventure, he wants me to learn and experience better things, but when I focus on myself and what I can (or can not) see its like I'm putting on the brakes and fighting against him. I've got to let him push me along on the right path and trust that he will teach me how to peddle successfully.
For years I have prayed for God to let me live an adventurous life. The "American Dream" bores me. That point where you start being "what you're going to be when you grow up" has arrived for me, and I have NO CLUE what I'm going to be. But I do know that tonight God threw out the invitation: "This is where the adventure begins are you in?" Five years ago God called me to be a missionary, sometimes I think he is narrowing down my "mission field" to American teens, sometimes I feel clueless.
God has all the answers. "Beautiful are the words spoken to me, beautiful is the one who is speaking. Come in close, come in close and speak, come in close, come closer to me..."(Closer by Charlie Hall)