So I've been reading that great theological classic, He's Just Not That Into You, okay, so maybe its not exactly highbrow ecclesiastical study, but I did like the book despite the occasional bad word.  Its pretty much what it sounds like.  A woman writes in describing a problem she's having with her boyfriend, such as, he says he will call her back in 5 minutes and instead calls her back in 3 days.  And the constant refrain back is "He's just not that into you."  Generally followed by, who needs to be treated that way and dump the loser. 

My life is going through a lot of changes right now.  I started a new job a month ago.  I started officially looking for a new church this morning, and I intend to take some time with that search.  I am just ready for my whole life to be different.  I have a significant life milestone coming up that I will blog about later.

Its been educational for me looking back at past relationships and seeing where I was pouring waaay too much of myself into it and not getting back the treatment I deserved, because well, you know, he just wasn't that into me. And sometimes even friendships end up that way.  Where one person is always doing the calling, the emailing, whatever.  And it becomes a burden, rather than a joy, because you almost begin to feel like you're intruding in their life.

But I was laying in bed this morning before church thinking this over.  God is always pursuing us.  He's always "into us."  Hosea 2:14 speaks of God wooing us. Song of Songs 4:7 says that we have "stolen His heart with one glance of our eyes".  There is no doubt in scripture of God's deep amazing love for us. 

But how often have I left God feeling I just wasn't that into Him?  You know, He's great to hang out with on Sunday morning and all, but on Saturday night?  Nah, I've got better stuff to do.   So I'm preaching to myself today that I need a fresh passion for God.  A reminder that I am His beloved and it is His love that is better than wine.