I was very young when I learned that the Holy Spirit was a gentleman and would never push His way into my life – He wanted and waited to be invited. What is He waiting for? For me to wake up. Wake up from what? All of my business that I am absorbed in, my pride in how my own religion is working out, and busy bringing my own brand of truth as I understand it to the world.

How hard it is to realise how easy it is not to seek God.  When I do, I do not do it appropriately, I will do it halfheartedly. The promise is never half-hearted seeking.

You will seek me and find me, when you seek me with all your heart.                        Jeremiah 29:13  ESV

I found this testimony – there was no name attached to it – it speaks to Jeremiah’s verse – so I will let you read it and see where it goes from there.

Often times in conversations about the gospel I’ll speak about being a “lackluster Christian.” Now, do not take that out of context. That was just my expression for how I was sitting on my calling in order to just merely “look” like I was saved. I sang in the choir, praise danced, and even paid my tithes and offering faithfully. But, that was not enough. “You will seek me and find me, when you seek me with all your heart. ” were the words I read in Jeremiah 29:13. I looked at that page for a while trying to figure out what all of my heart meant… AND if I was able to hand over that much of myself. That is when I realized I wanted to be a DISCIPLE. I decided to commit myself to the man who so boldly asked for my entire heart and commitment through that scripture. I wanted to pray dangerous prayers, have unwavering faith, and live in the supernatural. Thus, I decided to live unafraid, and bear my cross.