Reading Max Lucado's daily devotion...

My heart was felt with unknown feelings.

Thinking, pondering...

A deep desire burns forth again in my heart.

A deeper desire to once again found the Lord.

The past encounters no longer kept me moving.

New encounters are what going to keep me focus.

I walked the wrong corners of life, making detours and sometime, bumped into the walls, yet my Lord is faithful till the end.

Maybe that why I always found myself staring at Him when I make a turn from the wall that I bumped into.

Had been a year since we moved to expo.

As great as it might be...

I found myself becoming complacent without myself knowing.

Walking backward to where I not supposed to do.

Blaming God at the end of the days and crying out for solutions.

Typical humans, typical men.

I don't wanna be typical.

I wanna be myself.

I wanna be who God called me to be.

He sent women and men of God to speak to me and it took a final words to bring me back to reality.

Considering, pondering.

Should I move into that direction and go toward the 2nd vision that He gave me?

I was so afraid for that was what I determined not to go into, yet God make a surprise turn at me.

He will make a way if I take it, but it required my obedient and determination.

Decision is hard to make, yet I chosen it at this moment.

Struggling is not a pleasant feeling.

Fighting is not a pleasant feeling.

The flesh against the spirit.

It is not a pleasant feeling.

Maybe it's time, to take upon the 1st thing God 1st opened to me. Before I move into the realm of spiritual.

One at a time.

I yearning for the voice of the Lord.

Like what Max Lucado mentioned...

"God does not see the same way people see. People look at the outside of a person, but the Lord looks at the heart." II Samuel 16:7

Seven sons pass. Seven sons fail. The procession comes to a halt.

Samuel counts the siblings: one-two-three-four-five-six-seven. “Jesse, don’t you have eight sons?” A similar question caused Cinderella’s stepmother to squirm. Jesse likely did the same. “I still have the youngest son. He is out taking care of the sheep.” (v. 11)

The Hebrew name for “youngest son” is haqqaton. It implies more than age, it suggests rank. The haqqaton was more that the youngest brother- the runt, the hobbit, the “bay-ay-ay-by.”

Sheep watching fits the family haqqaton. Put the boy where he can’t cause trouble. Leave him with woolly heads and open skies.

What caused God to pick him? We want to know. We really want to know.

“The Lord does not see as a man sees: for the man looks at the outward appearance, but the Lord looks at the heart” (v.7)

Those words were written for the haqqatons of society, for misfits and castouts. God uses them all.

Moses ran from justice, but God used him.

Jonah ran from God, but God used him.

Rahab ran a brothel, Samson ran to the wrong woman, Jacob ran in circles, Ruth ran to a distant land, Elijah ran into the mountains, Sarah ran out of hope, Lot ran with the wrong crowd, but God used them all.

And David? God saw a teenage boy, serving him in the backwoods of Bethlehem, at the intersection of boredom and anonymity, and through the voice of a brother, God called, “David! Come in. Someone wants to see you.”

God saw what no one else saw: a God-seeking heart. Others measure your waist size or wallet. Not God. He examines hearts. When he finds one set on him, he calls it and claims it.

I ran before, I hid before.

But I got searched out by the Lord.

Now with nothing can hide...

I can only follow.

A heart after You.

That what I asked for.

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