wounded warrior

A fellow journeyman struggling to rediscover his first love. These are my tears, my wounds, my struggles, and my questions. May, as the saints of old have said, they be the tools other's lives are built on.

Tuesday, September 15, 2009

Reason

If I had to give one reason why I love her, it would have to be the way that she challenges my faith, by drawing me out of my quiet, introverted self to show me the world that desperately needs to not just hear, but also see Christ’s love lived out consistently. I tend to be a very deeply introspective person, so much so at times, that I find myself lost in spiritual thoughts, but fail to bridge the gap into practical action, that is, until I met her. She and I will talk for hours about one little aspect of who God is or what His character is like, or we may talk about one struggle we are having in our relationship with Christ, or may explore a question we have; it doesn’t matter what we talk about, we can bounce ideas back and forth all night. She, however, does not leave the thoughts as just thoughts, as I normally do, but is able to come up with practical ways to bring glory and honor to God at her present state in life, in ways that directly relate to our conversation; these are things that I would have never come up with on my own. I stand amazed at not only how simple, innocent, honest, and pure her faith is in God, but how quick she can bridge the gap between head and heart faith; she truly knows and understands cognitively about her faith, but is unwilling to leave it in her head, even for one second. It is this drive and continual passion for active faith lived out that makes me love and respect her, as well as strive to live out my own faith. She helps me look for tangible ways that will stretch the limits of how “dirty” I am willing to get to share Christ with those that are hurting.

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