Thursday, December 17, 2009

i need Him

I feel like I've been putting God on the backburner for a few weeks. Kind of like that really really close friend you know you should give a call but you've been so caught up with life that it slips past you.

And weird as it is to say, I really miss Him.

And yeah, it's not like He ever left me or that I ever left Him, but more like I just haven't taken time to really be still in His presence. I've been absorbed in finding time for people, focusing my energy on studying - and when not studying, "resting" my brain by watching mindless TV shows/Youtube videos/movies - and sleeping. But as I've come to this tired and weary spot, this state of frustration and anxiety, I realize - I must do all things AND rest only through Him.

Something that's weird - I always seem to be listening to secular music when I'm not with Him, and when I return to listening to Christian music, I suddenly feel a rush of warmth. Like every time I participate in worship during FNL, I feel SO refreshed. Something about singing in this empty room in Meyerson while taking notes is just incredibly calming.

So, basically, I need to listen to Christian music all the time. Or at least be praising Him in my heart at every moment.

For He is good, He is above all things.
His love endures forever.

And now the weak say I have strength.
By the spirit of power that raised Christ from the dead.

And I will fear no evil, for my God is with me.
Whom then shall I fear? Whom then shall I fear?

And where would I be, without You?
Without You?

3 comments:

chan said...

the music part applies to me so much too...that's probably why so many of my blog posts have to do with christian songs...but yeah press on sarah!

christine said...

HOW HE LOVES US.

<3 hope you find rest.
and we should catch up a lot during winter break. even if we're updated on each others' lives aha. <3

Ben said...

From one of my favorite singers:

What if we were so moved by who God is, what He's done, what He will do, that praise, adoration, worship, whatever, continuously careened in our heads and pounded in our souls? What if praise were on the tip of our tongues like we were a loaded weapon in the hands of a trigger-happy meth addict and every moment might just set us off? This is what we will do for eternity. What makes us think our time on earth should be any different? What keeps it from being so?

-David Crowder