I am full. Of food. And ideas. And creativity. And work. And energy.
I am fed. Up. Of reading bull on Twitter. (It seriously makes me want to cry/vomit somedays when I see all these tweets from feeds that I follow but don’t agree with), and my heart aches for Jesus. I ache to see Him come and be real and CHANGE us, to change our hearts, to change our mentalities.
I am empty. Of the ability to do any of these things that I fill my time with on my own steam.
I am loved. By a Creator more magnificent and Holy than I could ever imagine.
I am pursued. By a love more relentless than I could ever dream.
We had a youth leader’s meeting last night to discuss plans for this year and I feel like I am catching fire all over again. I love it. So much. I love talking with people who also just want to go after God’s heart, see what happens, and bring a whole schwack of youth along with us. I love dreaming big dreams. I love daring to pray dangerous prayers.
I believe in this. I believe in youth. I believe in a generation that will not take what the world throws at it, but instead decides to stand tall and claim their authority in Christ. I believe in this generation of young people who will stand for truth, who still for freedom, who will dance upon injustice. I believe in young people who will refuse to allow age to be an excuse for passivity. I believe in young people who refuse to allow their elders to convince them that they are too young to have an impact. I believe in people who have purpose.
I love it. I love this. All of it.
There is no place else I would rather be, than here with Him.