The simplicity of the gospel...

Today I spent some time talking with a friend about quality time with God. How neither of us feel like we have enough, and here's the funny part. It's not because we just can't find spare time for God, it's that we feel guilty for not doing what we know we should be. How ridiculous. Like a marriage where the wife only spends time with her husband in painfully boring, short sessions all the while knowing she ought to love him or something. Why are they even married, those poor fools, we might wonder. Of course my relationship with God must be based on my desire for God. What I mean is, I can't love God unless I want to know Him. I can spend time with Him, but I must enjoy this time in order to genuinely portray love. God wants romance! He wants my heart. What makes me love Him more? The cross, of course. When I truly understand His great sarifice of love (that goes beyond anything my husband ever did), then I love Him madly, I love Him shamelessly, I yearn for His presence, for His touch. How often does Johnmark come home with me panting for his time and attention. It's been only 4 1/2 hours since I've seen him, and yet I can't wait for that little kiss and the loving gaze into my eyes when he says he's home. THAT is how I ought to desire Christ.

On another galaxy away subject. I am determined to kill all spiders in this house! The porch and garage count. This is my warning and my challenge...Spiders everywhere, listen up. You will be dead in 7 days or less. So pack your bags and kiss your loved ones good-bye. I hate you all and none of you will live. Including, and especially, you big hairy ones that keep buiilding webs over my front door. You will die a slow, agonizing death that I will rejoice in performing upon you. Mua ha ha ha ha!