Psalm 8:3-5

"When I consider your heavens, the work of your fingers, the moon and the stars which you have set in place, what is man that You are mindful of him, the son of man that You care for him?"

Do you ever think about how incredible God is? I have to marvel at just how...complex, yet so simple His ways are... God created us, and He created everything around us. How amazing it is that He loves us, despite our mistakes! We can make every mistake, screw everything up, and He still waits for us. He's there when we need Him, and here when we don't think we do.

Honestly, ever since I moved three hours away, and even when I came back, Sunday has sort of become...routine. If I'm being totally real, it always has. It's so easy to just praise God on Sunday and say "Yay, I can't wait for next week!" That's the way things go sometimes. Anyone can be a real Christian, love God with all your heart and say you want to change the world, and then fall right back into your weekly routines. That's what happened to me. I saw everyone around me praising God and I decided to 'step out of my boat' and go a little bit further. I NEVER used to raise my hands in church, I was reluctant to serve, and honestly, church was starting to become more about the people in it, or the experience of worship than about God himself. But I started raising my hands and I said "God, I'm commited." Then we moved. I got angry, and I said that no church could ever replace C3. That's where I felt God. I felt like I left God there, too. And going into those churches in Statesville, I was never open to them. I pushed God away a little bit, and every night I asked Him where He was. When we moved back, I expected things to go back to normal.

We were home, so it'd be the same, like we never left, right?

Wrong.

Relationships had changed, a lot of people had left the church, there was a new youth pastor... I was disappointed. But I was happy to be back. Thing is, I kept that whole Sunday-routine mindset that I adopted in Statesville. Every Sunday, come in, hang out, go to service, sing praises to God, take lots of notes, leave for lunch, come back for youth, sing, lift my hands, take more notes, hang out some more, and go home.

I'm typing this up because I'm proof that God can forgive you for the dumbest things. Just because I moved didn't mean God did. He was there through all of it. This past Wednesday night was First Wednesday with Pastor Carl Lentz from Hillsong NY. First, WHAT AN AMAZING PASTOR HE IS! The whole night was absolutely incredible...there are no words. It changed the way I saw church, God, a just Christianity. I feel like there is so much more to it than what I've experienced. God is too big for anyone to understand, and there will always be more. You don't just wake up and say, "Yup, I've reached all the potential God has for me. I know everything there is to know."

Point is, God loves us no matter what. You'll never make enough mistakes for Him to decide to give up on you. That doesn't mean He can't be disappointed, though.


I'm not a very good blogger, so I hope there's a train of thought to this...