Love that runs deep.

I was recently at an orientation for a job and the assistant manager says "okay, so to close" and I automatically thought we were going to pray. I seriously almost closed my eyes and bowed my head. Before the orientation I was talking to a girl I don't know who was also going to be doing the orientation and who had her first shift alone on cash the following day. I knew the feeling of fear of being on your own to do cash, it was coming to me soon, and I almost said "I'll pray for you". But then stopped myself. Would it have been rude? Or maybe awkward if I'd said that. Maybe she would have laughed. But there's one thing to be noticed. I had prayed earlier that day that God would help me to constantly be thinking of Him. And that's definitely what was going on. I feel like God is a part of my DNA almost. And I got to thinking. I am so lucky, so blessed, that I grew up learning to love God. Learning about him and how to live my life for Him. It came so naturally. I never once doubted that what I was learning and believing was false. For me to love God, is almost as natural as the seasons changing or the wind blowing. It just happens. And I get to thinking. People who are trying to love God and learn about him at a later state in their life, how hard that must be. How hard to have lived your life without Him, and to possibly feel angry at Him for past things. How hard it would be to really love God unabashedly. My heart goes out to these people. I cannot even imagine how hard that might be.