I like to shop on my phone
I like to have a glass of bourbon
at night to relax.
I love to drink diet energy drinks.
And I’d like to spend all day
Everyday
Making art.
These are things I crave,
Things that take my time,
And things that are mostly
Not healthy for me
And have nothing to do with heaven.
Ok, well the art thing is almost exclusively
For charity right now,
To help the homeless, indigenous,
And those in Ghana
But I don’t have good balance.
So even my best, can be broken.
If I had my way,
These things would (selfishly)
be all that I am.
[that’s messed up]
Those things are not sin,
They are not my enemies,
They are not the devil.
But if I let them,
They would consume me.
I also love (and long for)
quiet
I love to listen to God
And write what I hear.
I love to sit with friends
And give them comfort and guidance.
I love to teach,
I love to worship in song,
I love to cry prayers for those who are hurting.
I also love to have tears overtake me in the presence of the Lord.
It’s cleansing.
It’s humbling.
And if you see it,
Know, God is near me
and I feel him.
I love to talk about God.
And how he helps me.
He helps me so much.
I would not be alive if he did not.
Also,
God is my favorite.
This invisible
(all sustaining)
(All powerful)
(All knowing)
One,
is my air
and my heartbeat
and my joy
and my tears
and my peace
and the best parts of me.
And for him,
I wish to do better.
I don’t deserve this life,
my family and friends.
And I could (as easily)
Been born on the streets,
Or in a war torn place,
Or to a drug addict.
But he put me here,
And lavished his goodness on me,
And I don’t want to take for granted
the gifts he’s given
or be ruled by my passions.
I want to serve him.
And live worthy of my calling.
I am a child of the living God.
I do not need 50 watches,
or 30 pairs of (really cool) shoes.
God, forgive me.
Help me give more.
Serve more.
Love more.
Obey faster,
All the days you lend me breath.
Amen
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