"If I will learn to love the dreams..."

"that He has dreamed for me."

For the second night in a row, I woke up thinking about him in the middle of the night. I couldn't sleep for a long while but when I did, my sleep was very sweet. I woke up still thinking of him with a smile on my face and reached for his letter to me right away. How wonderful to be back in close communication again!

Maybe I should retype that...
For the second night in a row, I woke up thinking about Him in the middle of the night. I couldn't sleep for a long while but when I did, my sleep was very sweet. I woke up still thinking of Him with a smile on my face and reached for my Bible right away. How wonderful to be back in close communication again!

No matter how far I am prone to wander, I am more and more convinced that I belong to Christ. The reasoning is simple: I cannot live without Him. He is so necessary, so worthy of my praise and obedience, so satisfying, so gracious, so forgiving. Even though saints through the ages have offered praise more eloquent and more sanctified than mine, I am forced to join them with all I have. How could He call me to be His own? How could He continue to draw my wicked heart to hunger after Him? How could He bless me so abundantly day after day? Tomorrow is Sunday, since I work in the afternoon, the busiest day for me. Yet, I cannot wait to sing praises together with my church family, I cannot wait to hear His Word preached, I cannot wait for another opportunity to learn how I need to submit my life to Him. "O for a thousand tongues..." O for a thousand blogs?