I had another blog I was originally going to post today, but I decided against it. I was going to bitch a little bit about some of the things that are ticking me off in the Church right now. Those frustrations came out on paper, and I’m glad they did. It was cathartic. However, I decided against posting it. Just as a preface, I want to say that going to church and hanging out with other Christians is great, but to be honest, Christians as a whole haven’t been my favorite people lately. In this time, I’ve spent time with the One I should have been seeking first all along.
Jesus is the real deal.
Everything else is just icing on the cake.
In a time where I’m lacking faith and hope, I’ve found Him in seemingly mundane things. This morning as I was struggling through a run, I watched the morning sun peek over the trees, felt the cool breeze on my sweaty body, and I whispered a mindful “thank you.”
As I’m writing this, I’m sitting outside in the student center looking over the entire campus commons area, drinking a warm cup of french press coffee, and listening to Steffany Gretzinger’s music lightly. I’m glancing over every now and then to watch students walk by on their way to class, just thinking about how they all have stories, and how loved they are by God.
“Let my soul be at rest again, for the Lord has been good to me. He has saved me from death, my eyes from tears, my feet from stumbling. And so I walk in the Lord’s presence as I live here on earth!” (Ps. 116:7-9)
Let your soul be at rest again.
When others roll their eyes and want to give you another name, look for Jesus in the little things. As a matter of fact, ask Him to show you that He’s there. You need grace to receive grace.
The name He gives you is better than any name they will.