alone

I feel so alone. I have friends who are Christians and everything. I talk to them, I see them, I hang out with them, I even talk to m friends who are older in the Lord, but it doesn't really seem like that ones that I talk to are relaly looking and searching for God like I am. I write this not out of pride, but out of pain because I wish that there was someone to walk this road with me. I want to walk with someone who wants God more than anything else. It is so tiring. I think that maybe one of the problems is that there are not many Christian people or ministers that I truly respect... or rather that I don't think very highly of. I see Christian after Christian go to church, worship, maybe read and pray, but live their lives as if their faith is seperate from the rest of their lives, when it should be at the core of who they are. Everything that they are should revolve around Christ. That just doesn't happen much anymore. People get so caught up with school, church activities, relationships, fun things, entertainment, etc. etc. that we forget that at the heart of all of it is Christ. I am tired of it and I want someone there with me who will say, yeah, we are supposed to be focused on Christ with all that we are. Yeah, I am seeking to be close to Him and to do His will in my life (not my own). Yeah, I am wanting to give Him all that I am, wanting to sacrifice what I want for what He wants me to do if He calls me for it. You don't find those people. They just don't seem to exist and I am tired... That is what I am feeling.

This touched my heart

"The guests at a certain hotel were being rendered uncomfortable by repeated strumming on a piano, done by a little girl who possessed no knowledge of music. They complained to the proprietor with a view to having the annoyance stopped. 'I am sorry you are annoyed,' he said. 'But the girl is the child of one of my very best guests. I can scarcely ask her not to touch the piano. But her father, who is away for a day or so, will return tomorrow. You can then approach him, and have the matter set right.' When the father returned, he found his daughter in the reception-room and, as usual, thumping on the piano. He walked up behind the child and, putting his arms over her shoulders, took her hands in his, and produced some most beautiful music. Thus it may be with us, and thus it will be, some coming day. Just now, we can produce little but clamour and disharmony; but, one day, the Lord Jesus will take hold of our hands of faith and prayer, and use them to bring forth the music of the skies." -- ANON