Passion.

I can’t live with it, but I know I can’t live without it. I mean…I feel this sense of urgency to live out my passion, yet I have no idea what that even means. These feelings, thoughts, visions…I have no way of deciphering them. I’m only a teenager, what is there possibly for me to do? I can’t make my life decision now…can I? Do I even know what passion can be? I mean, I’ve seen passion before. Look at Christ, that’s passion…man. Dying up there for us, knowing that we can’t live without Him, loving us that much and…proving it. That’s true passion. All the hours he spent in prayer, all the times he broke down because He had to die in such a painful way. He didn’t want to die that way, but he cared and loved us so much and felt that emotion… Overall, He did die for us. That’s passion. So I guess in the long run, I do see passion a little. I can’t live with it, and I can’t live without it, but I know for a fact I’d give anything to have it. It makes me—me. All the other stuff in life means nothing, absolutely nothing compared to my passion. And when I see God, my passion shines through that much more, it’s almost like as God feeds me, He feeds my passion too. You got to love what He’s done for us, all in all, that’s passion. Love is passion, life is passion, blood is passion, tears are passion…He is passion.

Hosea 7:6
“Their hearts are like an oven; they approach him with intrigue. Their passion smolders all night; in the morning it blazes like a flaming fire.”

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