passionata

I have always liked the metaphor of life being a journey.

And once again I feel like the is this period of transition that I'm facing.

And once again I don't quite know where all this is going.

I was reading an article about passion,

(read Greater Love By Daniel Jones )

and kept thinking that I used to think myself as fairly passionate person,

but now a lot of that spark, willingness to fight and suffer for something

seems to be hiding. But I don't want to become lukewarm, I want to feel alive.

I want to beed God to come to my rescue and I want to ride out to the gates

of the hell to rescue others. I want to find ways to find those who in our comfortable,

safe, materialistic, abundant western (european) life are the poor who need good news,

who are the brokenhearted that need binding, captives that need freedom and

the prisoners who need to be released from the darkness.

Will you help me to find my passion? Will you join me in the battle?

In The Allure of Hope, Jan says, “Eve was convinced that God was withholding something from her.” Not even the extravagance of Eden could convince her that God’s heart is good. “When Eve was [deceived], the artistry of being a woman took a fateful dive into the barren places of control and loneliness.” (J. Eldredge Wild at Heart , 51–52) I can definitely relate to that. I have amazing friends who all are doing amazing things and sometimes I do feel stuck and frustrated and pointless and like God can't (or doesn't really bother to) use me. That's again where I need to remember that I am completely unique, there is no one else who know exactly things I know, has had exactly those life experiences that I have had and God has specific plan for me.

I know that there must be more than this...