Obsessession...

I think I'm obsessed..

I just came back from lunch. You know it's crossed over to obsession when you're thinking about surf and accidentally scoop your rice into your coffee mug. No joke. All day I dream about surf. When I close my eyes, it's sick, all I see are waves. I know, lame. When I'm at work, all I can think about his hitting the waves. When I wake up, I check the surf report. When I get to work, I check the surf report. When I get home, check the report. This is seriously getting out of hand... but seriously though, when I think about surfing, I get all warm and fuzzy inside. It's definitely crossed over into obsession.

I was thinking last night, I wonder if anyone feels like this about Jesus. How come I've never felt this warm and fuzzy thing for my Lord? I started praying, that if this kind of obsession for God was what he desired of me, that he'd fill me with that passion. That my energy for surf would be greater for the Lord. That I would yearn for Him, and that the thought of helping the lost find Jesus would be my eager desire.

I know, this all sounds cheesy. But seriously, that Christ would be my Magnificent Obsession...