Saturday, November 21

my bread

It was easier to have longer, isolated time with God when I was younger. I could go for extended afternoon runs and I'd worship, talk and pray. It became a very regular thing to the point when I'd run everyday. Running was my rendezvous with Him.
It still is. The regularity and quality of it however has taken a dip and I've known it for a while. Times when I'd reminisce, I'd cry. I think I've romanticised God to some extent, but all I can say is romance with God is as real a romance as any can get. I love Daddy, my Father.
I can either love Him only as much as I did, or more and more and more. This is my reminder from Pastor John Piper: He is my daily bread. I cannot go on without Him entering and surrounding my every morning, every night. Now that I'm older with possibly more to think of and accomplish, I want to strengthen this bond at all cost, not let it weaken.

Do not labour for the food that perishes, but for the food that endures to eternal life, which the Son of Man will give to you. For on him God the Father has set his seal.” Then they said to him, “What must we do, to be doing the works of God?” Jesus answered them, “This is the work of God, that you believe in him whom he has sent." -------- John 6:27-29