There are days when a haze comes over me and I forget why I’m doing anything that I’m doing in life.

I think, Wake up, go to work, go to Christian function, go to bed. Is this the adventurous abundant Christian life I was promised? and then invariably let fantasy and laziness take over.

I’m a far cry away from, “I’ve found a man after my own heart,” (Acts 13:22) because I know that my dying sympathy for the lost and for the people of God all relates to a dying prayer life.

I need God to live for God? What a concept.