The heart grows cold.
Toward someone, something at any given time.
I have, over my life, routinely enjoyed exercise in various forms. I've generally not had to fight the idea to make myself participate.
So it was curious to me as to why, of late, my heart was growing cold. I could just feel my engagement in my exercise routines slipping away.
Then I remembered.
Many years ago, over wine in New York City, I confessed to my sister-in-law that I definitely called on Jesus for forgiveness of my sins but in my heart cared more about God. Truth was, I had this idea that I wanted to be in with the Guy I perceived to be at the "top."
What could be more foolish?
So, in that very setting, I simply asked God to help me fall in love with Jesus. I had no idea if that was a legitimate prayer but I only knew to be honest.
It worked. That prayer was answered and continues to be to this day.
So yesterday, in my somewhat cold-hearted effort to exercise, I asked God to help me fall in love [again] with working out. It might be my imagination but I felt warmed even as I walked.
With what, or whom, do you wish to be in love? Vegetables? Your cranky neighbor? The God of the Universe?
No request is too large or small. If it helps you in your mission in this life, ask away.
God is the grantor of love.
