Come Like a Rushing Wind

I'm not sure while I'm still up. It seems like this whole weekend's been spent sitting around, holed up in either a cafe or my room. My adjustment to life here has been slow and I'm realizing more about myself as I wander slowly (by myself).

I watched the movie Saved tonite. It was actually pretty good. It did a great job of critiquing American Christianity. It wasn't perfect, but it made me squirm at some moments. I think the makers of the film did well in expressing that life at times isn't so cut-and-dry. Whereas there is a need to have standards and to seek truth, there is also ( i believe ) a need to approach life and it's circumstances with grace, hope, and love.

I'm not big on quoting songs. Actually, I don't really like doing it at all, but I've been listening to this song by Tim Hughes. I don't have the title of it. Lately it's been my only connection to God. I go to prayer meetings each week, and pray with my pastor at work and there's been nothing in me during those times. What do they call it? Dry times? What about sitting there with my palms open waiting to listen for God to speak. Waiting. Waiting. More like silent insecure times. Just confused.

I turned up the stereo really loud and played this over and over. There I go wearing out songs I like.

It goes a bit like this:

There must be more than this
Oh breath of God
Come breathe within...

There must be more than this
Spirit of God
We wait for you...

Fill us anew we pray
Fill us anew we pray


Come like a rushing wind...