Are you being loved well? By family, by friends, by co-workers? How do you define it?

I didn’t grow up a Christian. I didn’t grow up in a Christian home. I never went to church.
And He is using all of it to shape me.

A call away from self and back into His arms.

Waiting. I’m tired of waiting. Of being tossed by waves. Of thanking Him for pitiful victories. I want more. I can’t help but want more from Him, from this life.

How do you do with compliments? Can you receive them? Do you just brush them off thinking you don’t really deserve the praise? Or can you be gracious and thank the person wholeheartedly?

What do you do with knowing where you are and where you want to be? (Or where you think you should be?) How do you look at that disparity in the face and do something constructive with it? How do you not beat yourself up about it over and over?

I suck at life because relationships are a two-way street and I can’t use my brand new stinking phone to make a call. To reach out. To be in community. To fellowship.

So I got a new cell phone on Sunday. It was a free upgrade actually—you get them with Sprint every two years and it’s been close to three for me. I came home and played with the ring tones eager for someone to call so I could test it out.