Life's been interesting lately. My two older brothers have moved out and now my family is smaller and things are different ... and so am I. I'm different yet the same. I think I may be just a little tiny bit more mature than I was, say, four or five months ago. But only a little. I'm learning so much, yet ... I'm also forgetting the important things I learned long ago. Like the joy of walking with Jesus. Yeah, I've kind of lost that.
You see, it's really easy to just pick up my Bible occasionally, whisper a quick prayer because I'm either really sad or really happy, talk about God once in awhile, show up at church ...
Yeah, all that's cakewalk when I don't really have to put any effort into it, when there's no life, no sacrifice, no joy.
Lately, I've been reading my Bible a lot, simply because I'm involved in a Bible class that requires us to read thirteen chapters a day ... but I've begun to realize that I'm losing touch with Jesus. He isn't quite my best Friend anymore like He used to be. And it's sad. Really sad. I don't talk to Him all the time, and reading my Bible is turning into a chore. It's not easy for me to pray like it once was. So what do I do? I'm not totally sure, but I think I'm going to get on me knees tonight, and stay there ... for a long time.
Why? Because walking through life is hard, but doing it without Jesus constantly by your side ... is downright frightful! And I miss Him ..... a lot.
