God has sat me down on his lap, with a big book in his hands, and is reading aloud to me as I laugh with glee at the excitement of the story and of the experience of being taught.
Jesus has been prodding my heart more and more everyday to read more about Him and about His ministry in the gospels. And I've been LOVING it. When I'm stressed or frustrated I can easily take a step back, close my eyes, and let my imagination take me to the Shire, where I find my Savior waiting for me with open arms and a smile of love.
He has so much to teach me, and I'm so willing to learn. Lately I've been sluggishly reading through the Book of John. The reading has been slow because I want to truly relish what Jesus said and taught. Instead of thinking things like, "Jesus was mysterious; I should be mysterious and stuff, too" my mind has begun changing into a different mindset; a mindset of automatically looking towards the root of the matter and how Jesus dealt with it, how Jesus taught it, and how then I can conform to Jesus in love and awe. It's difficult, but fun.
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Once, months ago, I was a child sitting alone in a forest trying to convince herself that even though she had no idea where she was, she was alright. And that she wasn't alone. Months ago, I was a child sobbing in a vast wilderness, crying out for help, for security, for comfort, for LOVE. Weeks ago, I found a hand dripping with blood that took my tiny hand and lead me out of that wilderness and into a fenced-off area. I realized that the fence wasn't a barrier keeping me from the wilderness, but that the fence was a strong protector guarding a precious treasure from the wilderness. Not only was it protecting me, but I finally knew something I never knew before. I knew where I was. I knew that I was home. And though sometimes I wander back into the grey wilderness, I can still find that fence; I can still find my home.
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