There are certain stories in the Bible that seem so close to my heart and I don't even know why, I don't even know what to say about it. The story of the paralyzed man and his friends who were so convinced that Jesus was the answer that they pretty much destroyed a stranger's home....and Jesus heals him....this is one of those stories.
My prayer is to become the kind of person that is utterly convinced that Jesus is always the answer. I want to be the kind of person living in desperate, hopeful pursuit of Jesus Christ.
I'm annoyed that I'm entering into Leviticus now...because it's boring...but Jesus is the answer to this too.
After a long tiring week at work I'm particularly feeling that need right now to have that stubborn hope in Jesus Christ.