This morning, however, I've got more of the throw-in-the-towel feeling. It's not like I've given up on God, and He is the One I have been calling on all along. But, honestly, in moments like this I can see how my hope in God is really more like me hoping God is going to do what I want.
Heidi and I thought, "It's going to take a miracle to get us on the field by August like we had planned." We thought that if this church took us on by August it would be miraculous. We really kind of saw it as our last hope for getting to the field by August. Our hope... was in that church. I'm convicted that when I say, "My hope is in God," it means so much more than I have been meaning in my heart when I say it. I need to remember where I came from, dead to sin. That is the power behind "my hope is in God." He is my Savior and my adoptive Father. My hope, though this whole world pass away, is in God.
This picture really convicted me. It is the cover of a Spanish language album, Los Mono. God has called us to not be of this world, and sometimes I feel like I get suckered into being like this picture. I think Satan loves distraction more than denial.
Heidi and I had an awesome time of prayer just now, and we committed ourselves to the pursuit of God above all else.
