Collecting Bittersweet Symphonies in My Back Pocket

Ramblings.

This morning, a new boy joined the before-school program. One of the kindergarteners already knew him, so as soon as he saw the nervous newcomer with wide eyes at the door he ran across the room to him and wrapped him in a great bearhug, shouting "Harrison! I missed you man!"

I think what I find the most striking about this brief but sweet moment is that it's like what God does when we finally accept Christ into our life and proclaim Him our Lord and Savior. He's been waiting in heaven and He's so overjoyed when we, His sheep, return to the flock; God greets you with open arms and swallows you up in a loving embrace, saying "I missed you."

After I saw the midnight premiere of New Moon, I was filled with this completely overwhelming sense of desire to surround myself with images of Taylor Lautner and tell people about him that it was almost embarrassing! Don't get me wrong, I still adore him but I certainly don't want to worship him.

The next day as I kept trying to somehow include just how incredibly good-looking Taylor Lautner is in every conversation, I was struck with this profound thought: What if this was how I felt about God... all the time? Like, I do have these swellings of a feeling of urgency to share the good news, but I can't say that I try to include it in every conversation. What would happen if I did?

Either sin is throwing itself at me more often than normal, or I'm just becoming more conscious of it. Right now would certainly be a good time to really step up and take the idea of a prayer warrior more seriously; prayer is so powerful, and it's one of our greatest defenses in spiritual warfare!