Moments from my heart journey. Spontaneous and unrefined revelation.

Saturday, February 10, 2007

Home Again??

What is home really? All the time God is challenging me to redefine "home". I am back in Lubbock Texas now. and once again, God is saying, "no, home is not a place. Home is me. Don't be content to call a certain person or group of people or a certain place home. Come to me for home. I am the only home you have. And you are more than welcome all the time. Don't be a wanderer, don't be a vagrant or remain uncomforted. You don't need to search any further for comfort or peace or love or home. Come to me. I am everything you need and long for. And I am waiting."

As I find myself having difficult days and frustrations in faith, I keep turning in desperation for answers, and I keep opening up this small journal to a verse God showed me on a very desperate, nervous breakdown type of day about a week ago, and he keeps reminding me of it as I keep trying to struggle in frustration.
"May the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace as you trust in him, so that you may overflow with hope by the power of the Holy Spirit." Romans 15:13

'Yes God, I will trust you. I will continue to look to you. I am desperate for your joy, your peace, your hope. I want to overflow again and again with hope, by the power of the Holy Spirit. I can't not have you, I must have you. I can't stay thirsty, you are the living water and I come to you today and I'll come to you tomorrow to get a drink.'

I am beginning to think that Jesus was a bit misleading in saying, that he is the living water and that if we come to him we will never thirst again, because in my experience I find that he is more like an addicting drug, which makes you more and more desperate for more, and the more you get, the more you want. And to the point of doing crazier and crazier and more desperate and even ridiculous things to have him. And that I simply cannot be satisfied by any substitute. Yet I try to use substitutes and over and over again, I am not satisfied and I am forced to return to him and only him to be satisfied.

Then on the other hand maybe it is fair to call himself the living water.

1 comment:

  1. When I was trying to figure out where I belonged (US, Asia etc) I thought Switchfoot summed it up and it is BEAUTIFUL (the letdown)

    Ah, Easy living, you're not much like the name
    Easy dying, you look just about the same
    Would you please take me off your list
    Easy living please c'mon and let me down

    We are a beautiful letdown
    Painfully uncool
    The church of the dropouts
    The losers, the sinners, the failures, and the fools
    What a beautiful letdown
    Are we salt in the wound
    Hey, let us sing one true tune

    I don't belong here (I don't belong)
    It feels like I don't belong here, yeah
    It goes like I don't belong here
    I don't belong (I don't belong)
    Won't you let me down (I don't belong)
    C'mon and let me down (I don't belong)
    You always let me down (I don't belong)
    So glad that I'm let down (I don't belong)
    C'mon and let me down (I don't belong)
    'Cause I don't belong here
    Won't you let me down!

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