We sing a song at church. “I won’t be satisfied, til I know, who You are.”
Lately I’ve been dissatisfied with so many things. Tonight my mom called me on it. She asked why I am unhappy. I had no answer for her. By the look of things, my life is great. I have a great job. I have a car. I have a computer. I’m starting seminary. I go to a good church with a kind-hearted pastor and loads of people who love me. So, what is wrong with me?
Part of what is wrong with me is that I need to do a few things that God has spoken to me. Clearly spoken. I admit that I am dragging my feet. He’s not asking me to do things that are easy. He’s asking me to do some hard things.
Part of what is wrong is that I need to press into Him more. I need to pray, “More of You, Lord, and less of me.” BUT–when I pray that prayer, I have to be willing to watch my self die and Him rise up within me. I have no problem with Him rising up in me. It’s the dying to self thing that is really tripping me up. Surprise. I’m human. Who would’ve thunk it? haha
So, I won’t be satisfied until I do a few things.
I’m going to ask for prayer here. I need God to open up the right timing, and I need God to give me the strength and the favor to do what He’s asking of me.