Eye Openers

"A girls heart should be so lost in God, that a guy needs to seek Him in order to find her."

Sometimes you wake up ( and I do mean literally as I haven't even got out of bed yet) and see something in the most unlikely place that opens your eyes, or reinforces a message that you've been hearing all around you.
I don't usually like catchy little phrases about God like this... I guess I can be a little snobby like that. Most often I feel like they don't speak to the realities I'm living with. That they cater more to how I felt when I was 17 and all hope. Scared out of my mind by the process of growing up, by seeing my friends change, feeling myself change, being aware of a new and alien sense of responsibility and an unknown future ahead of me, and clinging to God for all I was worth, NOT because I knew that he was what was best for me, but because I was terrified of everything else. Sometimes I really do wish for that time back. Even though I'd like to say that I was strong enough to stand by God for the right reasons during those times, I'm grateful to say that I stood by him at all, because it saved me from so much more pain and heartache than I might have had to bear and I've "grown up" and into rebellion since then and know what consequences come with resisting God. Anyway...

Since I've gotten older and found my feet and walked right away from God when I should have been walking beside him, the "realities" of life become painfully obvious... Actually I'm going to strike that... they aren't the realities, they're the hardships of life on earth... and catchy, sticky sweet, christian phrases, just don't seem to speak to those hardships. They don't usually seem to offer much comfort at all really when you feel like you're fighting for a battle for your life.

This particular little phrase popped up this morning when I was about to send my Mom pieces of Flair on Facebook and it dug right into my heart. Right into the very issues that I've been struggling with. Over the last several years I lost my heart and recently God rescued it back and gave me a promise that not only could he take care of it, that he had great plans for me and my heart, that if I would just cling to him the way I did when I was young and scared and love him first and most, that he could protect my heart and fill it. And that little phrase, however cheesey it might be, reminds me of what's important, and that I deserve a man who's willing to chase after God in order to get to me.