Falling Apart...

"It's interesting how things tend to fall apart when our focus is not on God."

Awhile back one of my friends said that. It was completely unrelated to what we were talking about and he didn't provide any context. I still don't really know what prompted him to say it. Yet, this one sentence has been on my mind for nearly a month. I've been wrestling with it, mostly because I know it's true. Things can seem to be ok on the surface, but when you get deeper, things are falling apart. I'm going to be blunt right now, for a long time God has not been my focus. I'd say that having fun would have to be what I was focusing on (and this is years I'm talking about, not weeks or months). My relationship with God has suffered, it has become stale, and I hate it. I don't want to be lukewarm, I want to be on fire. I don't want to pretend my faith, I want it to be real. I don't just want God to love me, I want to love Him back. Im really good with the head knowledge and I can keep appearances up really well. And yes, I have had some really good moments and times of my life when I was learning stuff from God and growing in my relationship. But I struggle with consistency. Recently at Ambrose we had Legacy Youth Conference. I learned a lot at that conference. I had a lot of fun, I got to go to all the rallies with my youth group. God really seemed to speak to me at one of the rallies and I broke down in tears. I asked God to break me, and make me grow.


I wrote that blog post way back in february...or maybe march...either way, it was a couple of months ago (it's May 14th as I write the rest of this..). Looking back, it's cool to see the stage I was at when I wrote that. The crazy thing is, just how much God answers prayer. God did in fact break me. It got to the point where I would get depressed for days on end. I would feel an emptiness inside of me, which would only be filled by talking to God. I went through a period of a couple days when I just didn't like God. I think I cried about once a week for 2 months. I came to the point of learning what surrender was and eventually surrendering my life to God. Not that I wasn't a Christian, I just hadn't fully understood surrender and what it really meant. It's hard to explain everything I went through over the course of the semester. I'll probably take a couple of blog posts to explain it. But God answers prayer. He broke me, and I grew like I have never grown before. I love God so much, and surrendering to Him is really an adventure. God is good.