At What Point Is God Happy With You

A couple of weeks ago I wnet and sat down on my porch. With book in hand, and some of the finer things in life, I began to alter my mind. Voraciously pouring over pages I sat there reading. Every page deepening my hunger for the next. My mind began to fill with inspiration, like whipped cream on a dessert. More meaty still my mind filled with principles. And meaty they were; I felt them attach themselves to the structure of my mind. I felt them take control of my arms, legs and hands. Instantly they became a part of ME.

Ah, to describe the hunger! The esire to have every page neatly devoured in that instant and stored in my very being, surged through me. This need this desire is given not by a desire to look cool to any crowd. No, no, if hunger was condemned I would stand alone. No this is done for the One I was created for. Likew a thirsty camel who stumbles upon water I have found the desire to be better for my Lord; and it felt good.

The sun finally sets leaving only fringes of twilight left and not enough to read by. I set the book down and take in the moment. Anyone who knows me knows that I am not figen easily to fits of touchy, feely, emotion-driven decisions about God. However what I felt in that moment can only be described as God smiling at me.