“Always, everywhere God is present, and always He seeks to discover Himself to each one”
― A.W. Tozer, The Pursuit of God
It fuels us.
It drives us.
It gives us something to care about. Something to think about. When our minds just want to rest in a pool of nothingness, it’s that thing that yanks us back, not letting us go, willing us to center our thoughts on it, yet again.
Obsession is longing to know something so deeply, so richly, that you refuse to stop learning until you’ve learned all there is to know.
Obsession has elevated athletes to unprecedented greatness. It’s driven musicians to headline at sold-out arenas. It’s caused normally non-threatening people to scale walls in Hollywood so they could get an up-close peek at their favorite star.
In my 30 years of life, I’ve gone through many obsessions. In second grade, it was those little fun-shaped erasers. In middle school, ‘NSync. College, my now-husband (a totally valid obsession). Most recently, it’s been Rocky Road ice cream. And Fuller House. Really? I can do better than that. Because the thing is…
I want to be obsessed.
But I want to be obsessed with something that matters.
Something that is WORTH being obsessed over. And not just for a day. A week. A month. A year. It had better be something that I can follow for life. That I can trust with that much of my time and my energy.
Which works out perfectly.
Because there’s this guy. No, he’s not my husband. Well, actually, He is.
He wants to infiltrate my every thought, influence my every move, and inspire my every breath.
He wants my obsession.
Well, here it is, God.
Hi! I’m Stephanie. Welcome to my blog. My goal is to point the world to Him. Because He is all that matters.