Sensitive to the occasion.

It's 12:55 am.

I just sat in my car for an hour.

I was trying to figure out what my deal is.

I was grumpy.

And WAAAAAAY to sensitive.

And then I realized,

I totally know what's wrong with me.

I'm not listening.

I am not existing.

I am planning.

And scheming.

And dreaming.

And there is nothing wrong with those things,

But that's all I am doing.

I'm not leaving any room to exist...

 ...to listen.

We only get one moment at a time.

We don't have very many of of them.

And for some reason, we like to skip through them.

We don't enjoy them.

We don't listen.

We just move through them.

And that sucks.

I'm missing all the ways that God is showing up.

I'm missing every opportunity to love someone.

I forget my relationship with Jesus is not a lecture.

I forget my relationship with Jesus is not just about church.

It's not about how together my life is.

It's an on-going conversation.

It's knowing that God has stepped the steps before me.

It's knowing that God not only loves me, but genuinely LIKES me.

It's knowing that the gift's that God gave me, bring him joy when they are used to their fullest.

It's knowing that God wants me to ask him for silly things.