That country song by the Eli Young band has been playing in my head alot lately. I sometimes wish dreadfully that someone would have those feelings for me. But, most the time I can ignore it. I just get the old guys and the mentally defunct ones interested in me. I wonder why.
Alright, enough of that.
I've been dreaming stories lately. I think it's because I've been writing more. Obviously not writing on here more, work related writing. I wake up in the morning knowing I should write these story lines down, but I haven't yet. I did it once when I was younger, and it's remained a vivid dream to this day.
I live alone in an apartment on top of a garage. Boys from church live in the house in front of me. I thought when I moved in that I would see them more. But I don't. They're all introverts. Which is odd. They're living in a house whose mission statement is to be Jesus to the community.
I've been thinking alot about what my mission statement is for my life. When you head out to "save souls" you're automatically elevating yourself above the ones you're saving. So what's the point?
Could it be just as simple as letting your love flow, being humble, being patient? Could it be that simple? How do you do that and share Jesus at the same time, but then don't you get on your high horse? Unless maybe it's done like introducing them to a friend. "So, I know this guy, he died and rose again. He is infinity and beyond. He was here on earth a couple hundred years ago and embodied all that we are to be as children of God. He's so awesome. Want to meet him?"
Gosh. I don't know.
A friend of mine who is a teacher asked for prayer that he would not get lost in accomplishing the tasks he needed to do with the children, but rather would focus on just BEing with the child.
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