Sweet & Sour

This week and weekend has been full of randomness, pretty faces and fun. Laser tag, fields, nearby wolf/coyote attack, mexican fruit carts, free Common, B.O.B & the Cool Kids concert, Class 302, Tastea & babysitting on Good Friday. My arms are sore, my legs are tired, my tummy is full and I am just exhausted. But I am thankful for these times, it puts the last quarter of my senior year to a good start.

Today was Easter Sunday. I remember when it used to mean just being the best at finding eggs and eating all the candy later. But it means so much more. I went into the service hoping to listen to some good Word because i've been dry lately and i've been craving to hear a good message, a reminder of the God I live for. So I went in into today's service with the mindset of the son who had left home and wandered away and spent all his money but finally came back to his father. However the message of David and Goliath was spoken, and although it may have hit others, it missed me. But I am reminded that I can not count on Sundays to be my main meal course, I need to constantly pursue Him in my own time. Why am I so stubborn and lazy? I am waiting for someone else to sweep my off my feet with His word, rather than going to the word myself. I've known this forever but never made a change. And this seems to be my tag line but they say it's insanity to do the same thing over and over and expect different results.

Time to change it up and try something new.

No reason in finding people to feed you, when you can just feed yourself.