Saturday 23 September 2017

running on empty

Often it takes a crisis, usually a painful one, for people to realize their emptiness. We live in a highly disoriented world that is profoundly confused. We have confused achievements for authenticity. Credentials for credibility. Conceit for confidence. And the applause of men for the approval of God.

When such weary pilgrims stop long enough to examine their unexamined lives, they find that they have been running on empty for too long. So long that chronic fatigue is accepted as a way of life, and chronic busyness as even a status symbol. The vain reasoning is that if an important person is surely a busy person, therefore if I am busy, I must be important. The busier I am, the more important I feel. Through all this, the soul is paradoxically restless and purposeless. Undernourished and empty.

There is no greater disaster in the spiritual life than that of a restless and undernourished soul. Many live driven lives, pursuing the trappings of success and forgetting the triumph of significance. As such, there is no greater priority in the redeemed life than that of the nourishing soul.

(Edmund Chan from Nourishing the Soul.)


Finding myself feeling guilty when I have nothing to do - constantly trying to keep up pace with life, finish up assignments due the next week and what nots - and this comes as a reminder. Figured that someone out there, anyone might need this as much as I did.


day #

I totally forgot about blogging, but I have been daily, writing out pages.


here is a snippet from the passion translation, of Psalms 23;
So why would I fear the future?
For I’m being pursued only by
Your goodness and unfailing love!

Monday 11 September 2017

Day 1

Jesus delights over me.

I've been meaning to set aside time to hear from God, figured a blog post each day I did it would be my own accountability. I really, really am overwhelmed by how much a perfect, holy Father can love imperfection. Often, I tell myself my worth, when Jesus tells me that it's not true; because the way he sees me, surpasses my understanding, beyond all I think I deserve..

He sees me as someone worth fighting for, and his ferocious eternal pursuit of my heart is unceasing.


How did I live doubting otherwise?