obsessions

At the moment I feel like Im in mourning. I feel like I have lost a friend, like someone has dies or I've broken up with the love of my life. It's weird and I'm feeling so down that I've been driven to writing an entry on a blog that's seen hardly any movement in the last few months. Maybe this will now kick me back into action.

It seems over the top, ridiculous how I'm feeling, and on one level it is and on another it's not.

Two weeks ago, Lee, my kickboxing instructor informed us that he would no longer be doing the twice weekly training classes. These classes had become the highlight of my week. Not only have I fallen in love with martial arts, but training for 4 hours a week plus another 5 socialising in bars with the guys I train with the little group had become the place where my best friends resided. Best friends and an awesome gospel opportunity.

Kickboxing has become my number one love after Jesus and friends and family. Not the sport, get fit kickboxing but the martial arts, training kickboxing. I threw myself into training over the summer to push myself past a plateau point and i fell in love with the art and with the people i train with. I began to share the gospel with them. We talked,we argued, we laughed.

I've been trying out different places and classes in the hope of finding alternatives but theyre either massively overpriced or just sport/aerobics based and plain ridiculous.

So what is this? A woe is me entry? I dunno, maybe a bit. It's weird. I never realised how much I loved what I did. Did I make an idol of it? I dunno. I don't think so. I think I've just loved learning something new, progressing in it seeing a change in my body and feeling full of energy. I've found it exciting to see how I can use the body that God has created and marvel in the art and all it's intricasies. An example of the wonder of creation.

I've loved developing friendships with the guys I train with and praying for opporunitites to share Jesus with them, and seeing that prayer answered.

So is the obsession wrong? I don't think so. I guess it only becomes wrong when the lack of it drives me to despair and when I don't grasp the new challenges it presents me with and try and find alternatives. I believe God has given me the love for the art and I long to use it for his glory but I have to be careful of making it an idol.

Blah.not really sure what my point is.