So I would try to catch everyone up on the last two months, but it's 10 at night here, and I just don't want to type that much. I'll try to keep up from now on.
Explanation of blog:
My life since I met Jesus (last February) has been quite an adventure. My favorite thing to say lately: If "Christianity" bores you, you're doing it wrong. But no matter where Jesus has lead me, or what he's asked me to do, everything seems to begin and end with love. The way I understand it, God is love. I grew up singing it. I grew up saying it. I grew up hearing it. Never once did I understand it. It really, until recently, meant nothing to me that "God is love." But, like I said, I've learned a lot about love in the last year. I've learned a lot about him in the past year. Could some one actually be the definition of love? Could everything he does be loving? Could he not know how to be any other way? Could he actually not do anything but love? Wooooah. When you come in contact with this person, this one who loves soooo much, you catch it. It's like being set on fire from the inside out (literally). It consumes me. It consumes those I'm around. It consumes everything I do. I desperately want others to catch on fire. I'm reaching a place where I'm not satisfied if I'm not ablaze. Some call God the Living Flame of Love... makes sense to me. My life is to follow Love wherever he goes.
A picture and a paragraph have been on my mind non stop lately:
Place me like a seal over your heart, like a seal on your arm; for love is as strong as death, its jealousy unyielding as the grave. It burns like blazing fire, like a mighty flame. Many waters cannot quench love; rivers cannot wash it away. - Song of Solomon 8:6-7
Let me burn forever.
