So it's been really cold lately.  Like freeze your skin, run all the way to your car and then scream once you get in there, wearing multiple socks cold.

I try to minimize the time I have to spend outdoors.  But I still have to go out here and there.  I had to run to the store on what the weather man said was the coldest night of the year so far.  I needed some highly promised candy for my class in the morning and I knew that a bunch of elementary kids weren't going to take "it was too cold out" for an excuse.

As I was leaving the store, and I'm pretty sure it became about 20 degrees colder while I was in the store somehow than when I went in,  I looked to my left and saw an employee standing next to the side entrance smoking a cigarette.  No coat, no hat, no gloves, just a bright red polo t-shirt with a slightly popped collar, which I'm pretty sure was for warmth, not looks.

She was braving the icy cold for that cigarette.  She so badly craved that cigarette that the weather warnings of not being outside for longer than a couple of minutes or else you would get frost bite did not seem to affect her.  The fact that she was not in a condition to be the cold, with her lack of winter gear, didn't seem to matter. She wanted that cigarette.

This got me thinking, do I crave Jesus as much as that women craved that cigarette.

Do I crave him so much that I would brave the elements just for a sweet, short time with him?  Do I put myself out of comfort for just a little taste of him?  Would I risk my life, or in this case skin, for Jesus?

This women probably goes outside to have a cigarette every break she has.   It doesn't matter what condition she is in or what is going on around her, she just wants a that cigarette.

Lord I pray that I crave you in that same way.