Crying at Crowder

Twice this week I've ordered Siri to "..play Crowder music..", both times sending me back to a place of intimate connection with our Father.
The only album I own is "Church Music", and I wore it out last year when I drove to Colorado and then the Grand Canyon to spend time with the Father.
To listen again to this music recreates that memory springing from a season of living as a hermit in my own home, a time of rich solitude, contemplation and intimacy with my Lord.

Life is different today.
Not bad, different.
Today I am learning how to be in relationship with a godly woman who seeks to serve the Father and others. As roommate Willy says, a great deal of time is required to be in relationship.

I get Paul's admonition, that it is better to be unmarried, simply on an economy-of-time standpoint. Now I want to spend time with her, whereas before I would sublimate that need for connection and use it to serve others.

Life is good. It's messy. It's different.
God is good. I'm messy. We're different, yet I hope somehow to bring Him a smile at my goofy attempts and foolishness.

Father, protect me from what I was; shape me for who You would have me be.

I love you.