loving Christ alone

God, what do you want to say tonight?
Not my words but yours.

He is jealous for me. Loves like a hurricane, I am a tree. Bending beneath the weight of his wind and mercy.

Oh, how he loves us.

It is worth my life that I know and that I do all that I can to let girls know the weight of His love for them. Its better than life.

Tell me lord, what do I do when I sit across from a 13 year old girl who has given herself away and who needs you so much. Who has no idea how deeply and fully loved she is? What do I do when I am in class with a beautiful 5th girl with a learning disability who is probably never going to catch up, never going to lead a "normal" life? How do I share the depth of the cross? What does it mean to obey you and worship you in the presence of college students who have everything going for them? Who have it together? What do I do lord, when I'm no longer making time for you. When I'm no longer writing you letters. When I'm not blogging. Reflecting. Drinking in the word slowly and delightfully day by day. What do I do lord with a man that is dying and wife that can't remember the names of her children who are lonely and forgotten at the time of their life when they should be joyfully awaiting entrance into your kingdom? How do I advance the gospel lord?

God I cannot express how deep my need for you is.
In this time where idols come and take hold of me. Idols that are such good things. The best things.

We think that idols are bad things, but that is almost never the case. The greater the good, the more likely we are to expect that it can satisfy our deepest needs and hopes. Anything can serve as a counterfeit god, especially the very best things in life.


Jesus, you have said that your name is Faithful and True. That you are beginning and the end. That you are enough. That is my hope for tonight lord. That I may grasp that 


you
are 
enough. 


And that I not only relearn it, but that it saturates my soul so that it is written on my heart as I speak to anyone. 
Jesus is enough. We have all we need in him. He has done all the work already. All our love can rest in him. 


The words of Augustine:


He loves thee too little who loves anything together with thee not for thy sake.