why do I do what I do?

We know that God honors those who diligently seek him right? After passionately seeking the face of the Father in a crisis, or a time of question, any Christian can testify of that. But what happens when those blessings become addicting? When I simply can't live life without the blessing of my Father.

I know that in my life when I have an awesome time of prayer and study in the morning the day just seems to go better. If I have a problem and I bring it to my Father, I seem to always find an answer of sorts. But before long a quiet time can become a good luck charm. Rub the rabbit's foot, kick the black cat, and have a prayer time, the day's bound to be a success! Sorry to be calloused, but that's what happens sometime.

Does God really care why you do it? Well I know He does, but at times so hard to imagine that the Almighty General of Eternity would even care to have a relationship with me, an E1 at the bottom of the totem pole? How could he go to great lengths to please and bless a runaway child who comes back sometimes only for more blessings?

But he does, and it blows my mind.