Prodigal

You know how you should have a goal, a statement to guide a paper or project? Well I am just going to go with it and then see what it's about.

The good news is the neighbors aren't having a party tonight. And I can sleep in. The bad news is I am breaking out and have formal tomorrow. And the neighbors ARE playing guitar hero.

And Satan keeps getting me. Again and again. All in the head. The attitude. The mood. Right after an amazing time of worship too. Well. It was a different kind of amazing. Not an I'm-sensing-God's-Presence-really-closely kind of amazing. But an abandon in singing. Like even if I wasn't meditating on every word, just singing with all within me was a kind of worship in itself.

But let's back up. If those are the bad news, then I am doing pretty well I would say. Because the Good news is better than any bad news. Jesus loves me wildy. Like the Father loves the ragamuffin scoundrel of a son with such ridiculously embarassing intensity.

I wish I could paint. Because I don't feel like words do this picture, this idea I glimpsed tonight, justice.

Great Love

Oh, love. Great Love. Just five posts ago, I was at the New Year from last year. And now it is almost my birthday and another year has flown by.
Now it is 3AM and I have yet to take a shower and go to sleep. February 18. Oh, the lessons Love can teach you if you only ask. And sometimes when you don't.
I want the Great Love to overwhelm me before I get caught up in lesser loves.
I want to learn to love extravagantly. Embarassingly. Relentlessly.
Never this moderate love I so often settle for.
I choose Victory. I choose Freedom. I choose Love. I choose Truth. I choose Jesus.