I love people who are hungry. hungry to learn more about god. hungry to have their world rocked. hungry to lay down what they want, for what god might call them to.
why are we so afraid? why is what’s “comfortable” comfortable? and how do we know what it’s like to be uncomfortable until we’ve been there?
I want to be uncomfortable. well, I don’t in my flesh, but the spirit calls me out into a life of risk [thanks for that Jenna]
there are a lot of excuses. and mostly what I hear in them [from my own mouth] is selfishness. or trying to keep up appearances, or expectations.
what if we went for it? if we loved with abandon? if we said yes to the uncomfortable? said yes to things that scared us?
I want to be hungry for that. I want to be around others who are hungry.
are you hungry?
and a random picture of the cutest boy I know. he looks hungry in this picture, right?
ps- maybe this is on my mind because i’m actually physically hungry too. my hubby + I are in a weight loss competition and I’m currently down 6.5 pounds! I think I’m going to win 😉