I was standing in the kitchen this morning unloading the dishwasher (aren't I such a good roommate?) and out of the corner of my eye I thought I saw something in the apartment. I looked up, and of course nothing was there... For some reason the thought came to me, "How cool would be if Jesus just walked into the apartment and told me what to do" and I actually said out-loud, "Jesus, I wish You would just walk in here and tell me what to do!"
The second it came out of my mouth the Holy Spirit slapped me in the face... I want Jesus' directions more than I want Him!... What I should have said is, "Jesus, I wish You would just walk in here so we could be together and I could see Your face!"
The Bible tells us to seek after Him first and everything else will fall into place... I know this, but it's probably one of my biggest struggles.
Life, and our walk with Jesus, is about the journey, not the end destination.
I'm not really sure how long it's going to take me to learn this lesson, but I definitely got a reminder of that this morning.
May we all keep this perspective, and be obsessed with the Author of the story, not with trying to get to the next chapter as soon as possible.
