i want you more of you than i have

i woke up awake this morning, gently and calmly. it was 6:30 and i had drifted off around 2:30 a few hours before. but somehow i felt rested i didn't really have a choice anyway so i climbed out from my cocoon and pulled over a faithful hoodie, slipped on toms with holes, and set off to starbucks. i sat here at my usual place, the place where jesus and i hang out on fridays. i had to rush through colossians 3, and i didn't want to. i wanted to sit there all day. i wanted to spend my first precious moments with abba, and i did in a way, but they went by too quickly. and then it was writing memos and studying russian. and you are good, good to give me these pursuits and i have prayed this morning, prayed as i left the word, that you would be glorified in my copying of russian verb conjugations, just as you are in my heart communion with you. i want to please you here in poli sci and in coffee sipping and in word study because i do it all with a spirit of praise and thanksgiving. thanks, daddy. thanks for letting me leave our time so quickly. thanks for being with me and sitting here as i work on school. thanks for waking me up this morning. it was all you, and i felt that in my spirit from the second my eyes opened. you're here. with me and in me and around me and i love you so, so much.

really abba, you are so good to me. so good.

root out anything in me that wants to run from your sweet sweet presence.

give grace, for the sake of your name, which is perfect and holy and the sweetest thing to my tongue.

4.2.2012, 8:39am