i'm alive.

as Don Miller says, "we have a worship problem."

sometimes the Father's feet are hard to find in order to fall down at. sometimes his mercy and love exist, but not here.

the power that raised Jesus from the dead is dwelling in me, and i'm walking around like i'm nothing because i feel like i'm nothing. too jaded, too gaurded, too weathered, too tired, too afraid of being religious, to afraid of looking religious...

what if i forget that i must be constantly reminded of the fact that the God i follow is alive, after making himself nothing and then overcoming death in order to give me freedom? i always forget this. i hear it and remember. i hear it and remember that i should be reminded more often.

i'm alive, i'm alive, i'm going to live like it.