Like Jesus

I've tried so many blogs and so many journals and nothing has seemed to get off the ground. I always end up missing the mark. And I've realized that writing about my day isn't what I'm interested in. In five years, I don't want to look back and see what I did on the first Monday in September or what I did the day after Labor Day.
I realized that my posts and my entries haven't mattered enough for me to be persistant because I haven't written about anything that I'm passionate about.
But I've discovered what I'm passionate about.
More importantly, I've discovered who I'm passionate about.
His name is Jesus.
And I have more to say about him than any silly diary entry.

Something resonated with me at church today....it wasn't the music and it wasn't the prayer.
It was the statement about how important it is to know when you were welcomed into the family of God. How that day is even more important than our wedding day or some other special day. And too often we forget.
It got me thinking.
Jesus officially welcomed me to his family on February 13th of 2010.
He brought me to the Vineyard. Brought me to a church retreat. And met me there. And whispered truth to my heart.
From that point on, I was never the same. I will never be the same.
Jesus took my heart by storm and showed me hidden gifts and talents that I was able to use to further his Kingdom.
He took my fears and turned them into hopes.
That missionary I never ever wanted to be?
That's now a deep desire of my heart.
Those middle schoolers I never thought I would be good at helping lead?
They are now sophomores in high school and I love them more than they could ever know.
Over the past two and a half years, He has taken my heart and molded it to be more like His.
Two and a half years ago, dropping everything for Christ was the last thing I wanted to do. It was a fear.
Now, I would throw everything away to follow Him.
I only want to follow Him.
I'm not saying I'm perfect. There's no way. I'm not even close.
But I am saying that Jesus has resurrected my heart and is continuing to make it more like His.
He took a stale heart and made it beautiful.
And this is only a portion of what He has done.
He is my passion.
He is my desire.
And I only want to be more like Jesus.