Hello, God [I love You, too]

My good mood has lasted far longer than I thought it would. But after a month or more of being in a mediocre funk mixed in with plenty of bad days, I'm surprised that I've been feeling great since Friday. It's only Tuesday.

Is it a lack of faith that I doubted this could happen? I prayed for this; maybe I should have expected it to come to pass. That's a topic God and I are talking about. We've been talking about it on and off for a year now.

In my journals, I write questions that come up as I'm thinking or reading my Bible or praying. I used to forget about these questions while remembering that there had been question. It would drive me crazy. So I started highlighting these questions.

Today or tomorrow [realistically, it will probably take me a lot longer], I'm going through my old journal's questions that I haven't looked up answers to. Some of the good ones are:

-What does fear of the Lord look like?
-How do you combat spiritual warfare?
-Saul summoned Samuel's spirit after he had died. What's up with that?
-What is the relationship between faith and God acting?
-Is building up treasures in heaven by itself a good enough reason to do something?

This should be interesting. In theory. But I want answers to these things with the goal of knowing more about God. Because I love Him. Because He first loved me.

Sometimes God unexpectedly kisses me on the forehead. For example, yesterday I went to the bookstore. It was completely unplanned. I had time to kill between going to The Phone House [real name of phone store] and meeting some friends returning from East Asia at the train station. So I headed to a used bookstore that carries some English books. I'd found a book I've been wanting for a long time there a few weeks before, but I didn't buy it. Dumb move. When I went back, it was gone.

I went to the bookstore yesterday with the intention of looking for that book again. It still wasn't there. I also had in mind to look for a French book [actually, it's the French translation of Ten Little Indians by Agatha Christie; I love that book]. It wasn't there either. So as I was leaving, slightly disappointed, I glanced at the floor. I do this sometimes. And there, until a table in a box labeled "1 euro" was the name "Michael Crichton".

Michael Crichton in my favorite author. Well, he might have been replaced by C.S Lewis. But I love him anyway. I own a lot of his books. But one that I don't own is Airframe. That's the book that was in the 1 euro box of books. What? Are you kidding me? Totally unexpected find.

When things like this happen to me, I'm convinced it's God sending me a little love note, reminding me what I mean to Him. Not that these things are significant. He showed His love for me when Christ died in my place. But God knows how my heart works. I want to be pursued. I want to be wooed. And whoa, does He ever woo my wandering heart back to Him.

"Leave to your God to order and provide. In every change, He faithful will remain."

Love.