east or west?

Flying west at sunrise was experience that really got me thinking. The sun is rising but we're constantly running away from it. We're running from this new day, desire to stay int he darkness, but no matter fast a plane can fly, the day will atch up to us. Even when we can't quite see the sun, the dark is no loner as dark and there is no denying that there is light. But eventually, you have a layover, and before you know it, the day is fully started. It's the same way with driving west while the sun is setting. You want so badly to hold onto the day. The sun never seems to set, but evetually you will need to stop for that strech break, and before you know it, it's dark outside and there is no way to catch back up to the day.
I think people, including myself, live a life running west. We want so baly to hold onto the past, hold onto what we know. Who what this new arkness could bring, or what ths new light could reveal. No matter how fast or hard you go, the next will always catch up. Wheather you stop for that rest stop, wait for the layover, or maybe, you never stopped along the way, and find yourself on the west coast, with nowhere to go, but to just wait for it to catch up. I think most people live a life looking west, looking to what they know. How many of us are honestly east travelers? Not just open and waiting for the new to coming, but walkng toward it, embracing it? The walk will be just as long, its still 3000 miles to the opposite coast, its just a matter of whether you approach and process things as they come up, or if you leave it all behind and let it all catch up at one overwhelming moment. The moment you realize, the unknown comes no matter what.

So they tell me...

They tell me theres songs reserved for angels
Would you sing me one, a stranger
Just to prove your love?

They tell me you've given poor men kingdoms
And handed guilty, freedom
And taken on their stains
And your love will never change
Your love will never change

They tell me that you dwell with good and evil
In alleys and cathedrals
Shadows and the light

They tell me that you hold the world together
Not from guilt, but pleasure
And you somehow know my name
And your love will never change
Your love will never change

So tell me theres nothing that you cant do
And you'll love me though Ive hurt you
And that you'll take my blame
And your love will never change
Your love will never change

How is this possible? Honestly. This is a concept a I cannot grasp. How is it that You can love us, as we constantly evolve, and sometimes into people that would not make you proud. How can I love someone the same, when they're constantly becoming this different person. I hope and pray that I can demonstrate the same unchanging love, but I know for a fact that my love for each individual person changes from day to day. I hate that it does.

Lord, if I'm the clay, let your living water flow.

Sometimes I'll be in the kitchen, doing something as simple as getting a drink of water and then it hits me, I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be. I think of all of the things that He has given me to remind me of the water that He is. The parts of me that are cracked and dry, can be healed with some of the many things he provides.

friends, laughing, music, trust, grace, life, hope, confidence, understanding, eyes, ears, hands, faith, guidance, a home, the way, lessons, opportunities, m-e-r-c-y, desire, own will, fellowship, voices of truth

...and so much more. I just need to remember that. Maybe, if I remember, I can just take these sips of water that God is constantly putting out there for me, I'll stay hydrated.