My dad and I had this game that we played. He would come home from work, and me being young, would already be in bed [supposed to be] asleep. I would hear the door open downstairs and our old Schnauzer, Dutches, running to the door to meet him. I would sit and my bed and wait. My dad would come upstairs and lay on my bed with his head on my chest. He used to have longer hair and I would run my fingers through it. If he said "Son, I had a tough day," I would say, "I had a rough day" and vice versa. My dad would change it up every night so that we would always say the opposite. I am 15 years old now, and slowly I am moving away from my dad. Its not that I don't love him but instead of me being there all the time, I find myself at my friends houses, and instead of "Rough day, Tough day" exchanges, its the subtle nod or "goodnight." This is because I have let that part of my life grow cold and washed out.
This is the same way it is with God sometimes. We used to eagerly await his arrival just to love on him with our prayers and worship.We used to tell God about our rough days and tough days and he would be there with His head on our chest just listening to us and loving on us. As the years go by though we slowly get too accustomed to those special times. We become washed out and become cold.
People always make New Years Resolutions that they normally end up breaking. But this year, I am making a promise to God that I will no longer take time for granted and begin to love on him more. I want to surrender my life into his hands like a child does a father. I want to run my fingers through His hair and tell him that I love him. This year lets add some color and life back to our relationship with God. Lets revive the fire that we once had for him.
Happy New Year to all. and God bless.