weight

As I trudged through the business of the past two weeks with no worries and only joy, I thought I had it made. I finally discovered the joy of life that had eluded everyone, and I thought I was living it all for God.

Complacency. It's what I got trapped in again. Now as I've been asking for more intimacy, all I've gained is a weight on my heart. Before today, I always used to ask the Spirit to intercede for me, to remind me of Christ and salvation, but I never really felt the Spirit there.

That frustrating little weight on my heart just might be the Spirit. I find that with it, it's been easier for me to focus, that I've been yearning to speak to God in a way unlike any other time before. Although it gets annoying at times to have this, to not be as carefree as I was before, maybe this is true freedom. Bondage to Christ, bondage to the Spirit. There is no greater reminder of God's grace than when my heart is not carefree, but care-filled.

My memory verses for the day:
"If you have any encouragement from being with Christ, if any comfort from his love, if any fellowship with the Spirit, if any tenderness and compassion, then make my joy complete by being like-minded, having the same love, being one in spirit and purpose."
- Philippians 2:1-2

Fellowship with the Spirit. :)