Mindless Rambling
- I'm sitting by the pond in the wood, cross legged with my Bible in my lap. I feel like I am a two year old, who is sitting on the floor beside God and playing by myself. I'm not playing with Him, I'm playing beside Him, which is exactly what two year olds do. They are simply too immature to know how to play with another person. They play beside them because they innately desire a relationship but haven' the ability to attain it yet. So here I am sitting beside God but not really interacting with God. Why? Am I too spiritually immature to socialize with God?
- Isaiah 55:6 "Seek the Lord while you can find Him. Call on Him while He is near."
- I think people are a lot like the student who thought the sun revolved around the earth. People think that God moves farther and closer to them according to their actions, but that's not true. I think God never moves. I think He is always in the same place, right beside us with arms open wide waiting for us to turn toward Him and stay there. But we don't. We move closer when we think we're being pleasing to God and farther when Satan whispers feelings of guilt and misunderstanding in our ears.
- I'm sitting in a coffee shop indulging in a cup of over-sugared, hazelnut-flavored coffee with extra whip cream complaining because my life isn't going the way I want it to.
December 1, 06 ...before the cold front hit.
There is something about being awake and out of doors in the middle of the night when everyone else is asleep that captures my attention and pulls me in.
I'm up in the middle of the night again! It's nice outside so I sit on the back porch steps in my pajamas drinking very early morning coffee and listening to the sounds of the evening. A good breeze rocks the trees as if a cradle hangs from its branches. Wind chimes tingle lightly and leaves dance around in the light of the street lamp. I am alone except for the occasional car sound from the not distant enough highway. Not even the opossum that lives under the back porch comes out tonight.
When I was a teenager / young adult sometimes my exploits would lead me to be out well after midnight. It was the drive home that entranced me, a sleepy trance to be sure. Down usually busy streets then quiet and empty. Stop lights turned red on approach. Not another soul would show up at the intersection except mice. One night a mouse darted out from the shadow of the curb and ran out into the middle of the intersection. It looked up at me for a moment and then ran back into the shadows.
The hum of the highway in those early hours always reminds me of trips we used to take when I was child. Dad always had us packed and on the road an hour or two before the sun came up so that we could watch the sunrise as we ate breakfast along the way. With my head on my pillow in the backseat it was the hum of the occasional car that kept me company.
Even now as the remains of my coffee cool and the wind rocks the trees I am kept company by the hum of the occasional car on the highway.
Later that same morning;
This morning I went walking in the rain in the woods. Mist covered my glasses; a few large drops found their way down the back of my shirt and my hair slowly became saturated. That huge chain of migratory flocks was gathering for departure. When my son was little we called it the "never ending ribbon of birds". As I tilted my head back to watch them fly over I had the same dizzying sensation that I do when I stand in the surf at the beach and the tide tries to pull the sand out from under my feet. I was being swept away. If I could have gone with them I would have.
