fought for

i've realized that there is something really powerful in knowing you are being fought for. knowing that there is a battle going on that you can't see and that someone else is vying for your attention and affection.

i'm not sure if guys feel the same way as girls do about this. i was talking to a guy friend today about relationships . . . timing . . . trying to make relationships happen vs waiting on God's timing. you have this group of single friends who are all amazing; you're really not "young anymore". how is it that all these people are friends and don't end up together?

will any of them end up together?

will we all still be hanging out, single 5 years from now?

do you pray your heart will change towards them?

do you pray for them to open up to you?

if the girl is fought for, will she change her mind?

thankfully, there is the unknown. we are called to walk by faith, not by sight. it'll make the end so much more worth it.

talking to God

I'm sitting at a coffee shop, at a small table, with a guy and a girl sitting beside me. We are in close proximities. They are students at SMU, talking… and talking… and talking.

The dude actually won't shut up. Talking 90 miles per hour about the world we live in, the things wrong with it, how to solve these problems, other students in their class you aren't intelligent and ask stupid questions in class… you get the point.

It's not that I'm trying to listen to them, but his voice is so loud that I can't help but try not to be annoyed, and hear every single thing they are saying. I'm trying to focus on Leviticus 1-3, which is the reading we have today because our church as a group is reading through the bible. I'm reading about offering burnt sacrifices to the Lord, and they are talking about evolution.

I kind of wonder if this is what we sound like to God sometimes…. talking, and talking, and talking. Noise, noise, more noise. 100 million words per minute without even taking a breathe. Mercy!

Do I do this? Do I talk so much that God can't get a word in otherwise?

Last night at Life Group we talked about hearing God. Listening to God. We sat and just let Him speak to us, for about 10 minutes. It was wonderful. I didn't say a word. I just let Him speak to me, and everyone else did too. It was pure. Lovely. He spoke many things to us. He didn't say 100 million words per minute. In fact, He really just spoke maybe one or two words. But they had huge impact. They encouraged us. They made us happy. They changed how we will live… perhaps even effected the rest of our lives.

I think I'll let Him do most of the talking. I think I'll keep reading about burnt sacrifices, and wait in expectancy for the next two or three words I hear from Him.

To the dude sitting next to me at the coffee shop: I hope you are able to talk with God this much. I hope you know that God wants to talk to you, and would sit there and listen to you talk 100 million words per minute, and love every second of it. Perhaps you could even let him have a word in as well.