Ice mixes with snow out my window, but I am sitting here thankful for the power is still on! Yesterday we beavered away around the house; today I plan to grade papers, rest, and sink deep into the gospel of John.
Studying scripture brings out the student in me. I love research, looking at different perspectives, chewing on new information.
I've noticed, though, that sometimes I can parse Greek verbs to the point that I miss the point.
Know what I mean?
I walked away from a commentary underwhelmed by the events in one chapter.
Then I caught myself--or should I say--the Holy Spirit convicted me.
I had been seeking information, not relationship.
I had read for learning, not love.
Don't misunderstand; I love study, and I think it's worshipful--when it leads me to worship.
At first I was thinking that I needed balance. Time spent studying; time spent loving.
Then my David-Crowder-fan husband played a song last night that changed my thinking.
I don't want balance.
I want obsession.
I want to be so obsessed with my Savior that I do all things to know Him and glorify Him.
Whatever fuels my love for Him, I want more of it, and since He fuels my love for Him, I want more of Him.
This morning, in those quiet predawn hours when I am the only one awake, those less-than-amazing Greek words floated back to my mind, and He showed me what they really meant--how they lead a man to see Jesus for Who He is.
And I was overwhelmed.
Linking at Three Word Wednesday