Shut In

God broke it down here lately.

Man, did He. 

He stripped me of all my earthly securities, pointed out sin, demanded my every thought, word and deed. He even handed me two weeks of illness. He made me journal. 

It was boot camp.

I read the Navy Seals motto a couple of weeks ago:

"The Easy Day was Yesterday"

Yep. That was it. 

I avoided Facebook and Twitter. At His suggestion.

I don't miss Facebook.

I do miss Twitter.

Fine. I cheated and read the feed a couple of times of this pastor guy up on the East coast that makes me smarter. He posted an article about something like God doesn't talk to humans. Only Jesus does (and did.) Even in the Old Testament. 

As soon as God lets up on this boot camp thing, I'm going to study that out. It sort of blew my mind. How could that be? How could I have missed that all these years. If it's true.

Anyway.

I like the quiet that my brain feels with out social media. I don't know how to make it work right now. I miss the theology of Twitter, odd as that sounds. It's the one place that I get loads of that. 

Well, blogs, which God didn't exactly take away. 

But I haven't really cared about those. That's weird too.

I have been reading more. In between getting steam rolled by Scripture. And that's been really good.

I'm trying to figure out if and how social media fits in my life. This blog is stuck with me, since it's how I outwardly process so much. I will admit that having a pen and paper has been nice, though. I love the simplicity of tearing away at a sheet of paper knowing that no one else will ever read it. 

You get really raw and real that way. Which I what I try to be here, but there are just some things you can't say or don't want people to read.

Like how much sin God has exposed in my life these last two weeks. 

Nobody wants to read that stuff. 

So I don't really know where to go from here. Not that I have to go anywhere, necessarily. 

I am ready for this leg of boot camp to be over. 

You know, so I can get a shirt that says, "I did God Boot Camp, and I Survived." 

(would they put that comma on a tee shirt? Hm. I probably wouldn't. I don't like how it looks.)

And I got sanctified a bit too. Most definitely.

I don't think they make that tee shirt. But I did order a shirt with that Navy Seals motto on it. Just to remind myself of these last weeks. And to remind myself that no matter how hard they were, ultimately eternal good came from it. And that's a good thing, no matter how raw you feel at the end of it.

And I wore out this song:

I've posted it before, but really. Can you hear this too much?

Because it's true.

I am a living, breathing testimony to it.