Every 5th grader dreams of ditching their parents and moving in with their best friend. A slumber party every night--can you imagine it?! Well, at 19, my wish came true. Not only did I have the most amazingly wonderful (and insanely silly) friend in my life, I got to share an apartment with her! Ok...a couple of other people were in the apartment, too. One of the girls recently asked Renee and I to be her co-maids-of-honor in her wedding. The other one was not nearly as moved by the year we spent together. But I digress...
Our first night in our apartment, Renee and I were lying in our respective beds, staring up at the ceiling and laughing our heads off. No doubt giggling about the cute boys we'd seen that day or the horrible professors we would have to endure for another semester. We stayed up way too late that night! Right before we both drifted off to sleep, Renee asked me if I thought we would ever get any sleep now that we were roommates.
Oh--but life got in the way. And it wasn't more than three days later that we both fell into bed, said goodnight, and turned off the lights without even a hint of giggling. It wasn't that we didn't love being roommates. And we definitely were still the best of friends--better, if that's possible. But the novelty of the interminable slumber party had worn off.
I'm reminded of another relationship in my life, a friendship that began many years ago. When I was 7 years old, I realized that I needed God in my life. Through faith in the saving power of the blood of Jesus, I became a Christian. And BOY was I excited. I ran right over to my Muslim friend's house, handed her a Bible, and announced that Jesus loved her! My Bible was falling apart because I read it so often. My prayer list was pages long and color coded, no less! I couldn't imagine ever coming down off of that high.
Oh--but life got in the way. And 15 years later, I find myself less enthusiastic than when I began this journey. It's not that I'm any less convicted about who God is or how important He is in my life. It's not that I don't remember his grace, his mercy, or his love. I know them far more intimately today than I ever did before. I've just gotten comfortable with where I am and have "settled in" to my Christian life.
Renee's moving in on Friday and I am SOOO excited! But here's what I've decided:
While I'm turning cartwheels about getting my favorite roommate back, I'm going to work on giving that other relationship a little wake up call, too. My prayer is that Renee and I spend many more giggle-filled nights together. But even more than that, I pray that God would "restore to me the joy of my salvation." If you see me and I look tired, it may be because Renee and I are having so much fun living together again. But my hope is that I also start losing sleep because I'm so energized thinking about the Lord's work in my life!
Our first night in our apartment, Renee and I were lying in our respective beds, staring up at the ceiling and laughing our heads off. No doubt giggling about the cute boys we'd seen that day or the horrible professors we would have to endure for another semester. We stayed up way too late that night! Right before we both drifted off to sleep, Renee asked me if I thought we would ever get any sleep now that we were roommates.
Oh--but life got in the way. And it wasn't more than three days later that we both fell into bed, said goodnight, and turned off the lights without even a hint of giggling. It wasn't that we didn't love being roommates. And we definitely were still the best of friends--better, if that's possible. But the novelty of the interminable slumber party had worn off.
I'm reminded of another relationship in my life, a friendship that began many years ago. When I was 7 years old, I realized that I needed God in my life. Through faith in the saving power of the blood of Jesus, I became a Christian. And BOY was I excited. I ran right over to my Muslim friend's house, handed her a Bible, and announced that Jesus loved her! My Bible was falling apart because I read it so often. My prayer list was pages long and color coded, no less! I couldn't imagine ever coming down off of that high.
Oh--but life got in the way. And 15 years later, I find myself less enthusiastic than when I began this journey. It's not that I'm any less convicted about who God is or how important He is in my life. It's not that I don't remember his grace, his mercy, or his love. I know them far more intimately today than I ever did before. I've just gotten comfortable with where I am and have "settled in" to my Christian life.
Renee's moving in on Friday and I am SOOO excited! But here's what I've decided:
While I'm turning cartwheels about getting my favorite roommate back, I'm going to work on giving that other relationship a little wake up call, too. My prayer is that Renee and I spend many more giggle-filled nights together. But even more than that, I pray that God would "restore to me the joy of my salvation." If you see me and I look tired, it may be because Renee and I are having so much fun living together again. But my hope is that I also start losing sleep because I'm so energized thinking about the Lord's work in my life!
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