Choices

“Get up boys!!” I hear, as the light flips on, causing my eyes to squint even tighter together. The taste of a hard slept night lingers in my mouth with my un-brushed teeth and morning breath. Finally peering through one sleepy eye, I see the carpeted ceiling of the motor home. “Ugh it is so early! Such a late night, and now time to hit it again.” I think to myself, closing my eyes and pulling the cover slightly closer to my chin. It is time to go again. I hear mom fixing her hair in the hallway to my right, and I hear dad as he grumbles out of bed in the back, but it is what I don’t hear that is bothering me. I wait to hear a sound from Jacob… “He aint getting up! Why do I need to until he does? He can get ready first because he is slower than I am anyway.” After a few times of mom pulling the covers off and poking my fat rolls, I am forced to collide with a new day. Swinging my right leg out of the bed, I feel my muscles pull as I sit up. Reaching over my bible, I pick up my phone to see if my wonderful girlfriend has said anything to me through the night. Dragging myself out of bed, I stumble into the bathroom while the desire to fellowship with God so deeply woos my heart. Carrying on about my daily activities, I ignore the longing plea that softly weeps within my spirit, and drift further into my life instead of His. This craving goes on unfulfilled until I go back to where my day started. Instead of reaching over my bible for my phone, I sit my phone down and pick up my Sword. The life in me almost instantly stops crying, as a baby would hush while seeing its mother pick up the bottle. To maintain the true daily relationship with Christ goes against every fiber of flesh in me, but my spirit finds joy in just thinking of such a Savior. I have to force my way through the laziness of flesh, and find my proper position on my knees. Kneeling down, it is almost as if a peace gently rests over my soul, for I know I am about to speak directly to the God of All Existence. The cry for relationship is a two way street… Christ’s cry for me to come and have intimate fellowship with Him in His Holy Place… and the cry of my human soul needing the empty pit filled with the relationship of Him. Beloved, it is so easy to allow ourselves to override the inner longing for true daily relationship with Christ, but we must understand that if we are ever going to hold that true place with Him, we will have to choose to do so. Each day we have choices. Today we can either choose the Christ-centered life, where we come to Him each moment, knowing His Life fellowship with us is our only hope, or we can choose our own life. We can either be self-seekers or Christ-Centered. In the end… it all comes down to one thing… Choices.