The Life...(Wait now it makes sense)

Two years ago, I went to my first sleepover. It wasn't like sleepover's are bad or anything, it just seemed like whenever someone had one, they were a million miles away in the boonies. But finally I got to go to a sleepover to celebrate the end of the year for the basketball team. It was just me and about 6 or 7 other girls. Nothing special. A few of the team members couldn't be there, but we had fun that night.

You know what, I don't think I even cared about anything other myself that entire time. I want to go next, I want to get the best flavor of soda, I want to...you get the idea. I've kind of had that attitude for the past three years. Yeah, I guess God's there, but whenever I don't need him, I'll just leave him behind. The only time I thought about God was when my dad talked about it, or the pastor preached his sermon. But I left my Lord on the steps of the church building and waved him goodbye until next week. I didn't really care about caring about Godly things. I just shrugged that sort of stuff off, like worship and the preaching, and praying, and devotions, I was indifferent to. Whatever.

Haha, oh was I lost. I was in such deep quicksand. I had "accepted Jesus" right? That's all you have to do right? Then just do what you feel like, as long as you don't kill anybody.

Until just a few months ago, I wasn't a Christian. I didn't really care about Christianity. In all honesty, I knew that if anyone ever came up to me and told me I would die if I believed in God, I would probably just give it up. What made me realize the lies I was telling myself was what I saw in my friends, how they lived differently then me. How they actually cared about what they said. How people didn't have to tell them to be Godly, they just were. No one had to say "ok everyone, talk about the Cross right now" They just did.

Many people have grown up in a Christian home, they get the Christian words, the lingo, they do stuff just cause that's what mom and dad say, whatever, they might "accept" Jesus, but they never actually learn how to live for Christ. Living for Christ goes way past Sunday. A little bit after actually realizing how lost I really was, I was able to attend the worshipGod08 conference. It lasted four days, and already, on the second day, I felt something very foreign, but wonderful inside me. I wanted to praise God. I wanted to go into the middle of the street and just scream it. Jesus is Lord! I did! I didn't care about myself, I didn't care what anyone thought, I just wanted to praise Him! And at that moment I thought, so this is what worship is really like. It's not a stuffy room with lame music, it's lifting your hearts up.

But you don't just lift your hearts up on Sunday and them give them away all the rest of the week. Every single day, our focus is God.

If you're not a Christian, it is certainly hard to explain. You might've heard that phrase before, but it means nothing until you actually experience that longing to worship our Lord no matter when it is, where we are, what's happening around us.

More to come on this topic.