Holy Sonnet number 5 by John Donne

Batter my heart, three-personed God, for you
As yet but knock, breathe, shine, and seek to mend;
That I may rise and stand, o'erthrow me and bend
Your force to break, blow, burn, and make me new.
I, like an usurped town to another due,
Labour to admit you, but O, to no end.
Reason, your viceroy in me, me should defend,
But is captived and proves weak or untrue.
Yet dearly I love you and would be loved fain,
But am betrothed to your enemy.
Divorce me, untie, or break that knot again,
Take me to you, imprison me, for I,
Except you enthrall me, shall never be free,
Nor ever chaste except you ravish me.

Where Is My Wonder?

It has been a while since I felt whole. My life has been wrapped up in duty. All semester I have run from task to task, responsibility to responsibility. I have treated spirituality as a duty as well--a duty that I just haven't been able to make time for.

I miss the wonder. It comes periodically, like rays of sunshine in northeast PA (few and far between), but over all I have bought into the lie that for this semester I don't have time for wondering about God, for sitting at His feet, soaking in His Words. Now I look at my first post and see that something has changed.
Everyone says life just gets more complicated. Just because I will have less credits next semester does not mean that life will be less complicated. Just because I will be done with college next year does not mean that I will suddenly have time for God.
A good track record in the past doesn't mean anything. Look at Rebecca, the virtuous virgin who became a conniving wife. Or Jehu, the king who cleansed Israel from sin and evil people out of his zeal for the LORD, but yet "was not careful to walk in the law of the Lord the God of Israel with all his heart."
Something needs to change. I hope it's going to be me.