So healing is coming in cool gentle breezes. I dont feel intimate with God any more but I think I may have killed the other one. I think he is dead. He keeps coming back, but only because the real hasnt taken up the space yet. Donald miller and I have a lot of things in common. I am re reading searching for God knows what and we were on the exact same pages for the first two chapters. Its kinda nice to see your feelings on someone elses paper. I like to disassociate. Fear of intimacy. Running away from problems. Kinda a loner. Really unhealthy. Luckily the God I killed (or am killing) has nothing to do with those problems. The real God, the father one who reveals himself to people and escapes religious hoops, tragically has everything to do with those issues. He wants me to be his friend. close friend. I am thankful I have no idea how or what that means so I cant put a how to on it.
Now, I am just working on making room for him.
1 comment:
wow, this is written really well. not to mention it has substance. i'm impressed.
and in response to the, 'you have to read those things!' comment on me having to read those incredibly boring insurance things, yes, i do.
i'm also looking for a place to cuss... shit, nothing is coming.
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