It's hard for me to be with God in it. Maybe I'm afraid of what I'll say; maybe I'm afraid of what He'll say; maybe I'm afraid that we will just be silent.
In this morning's sermon, John asked, "Are the promises of God our soundtrack? Do we filter our past and future through them? Or do we interpret our lives (and His promises) through our past pain, marriage and family, career, or something else?" I don't like most people's answer to this question, and I don't like mine. Mine is the one I can change.
What if I live as if God is telling the truth? Where will my joy be? What will I no longer pursue or care about? How will my time be invested? What will I let go of or leave behind?
That scares me way more than it should.