I have been having some tremendously crappy headaches lately.
I've learned how to entertain my mind without media. It's been tough. I like to veg out from time to time for a little while, letting my brain shut itself down. I haven't had that pleasure in some time.
I really like David Crowder. He amazes me. He really does.
I probably shouldn't be on here, so I'm leaving before I get caught.
G'Day to you all.
Saturday, April 14, 2007
Wednesday, April 4, 2007
When the world goes to bed
I think as much time as we spend talking to God and reading about God and listening to God, we should spend just as much time being quiet with God."Be still, and know that I am God..." Psalm 46:10
I like to think that when night comes, and darkness slides over the sky, God is watching the Earth, taking care of His children.
He gives us our bath, trying to get us clean from the day's adventures. Some of us don't ever like to take baths, and we love being dirty all the time. Some of us, He looks at us and says, "Thank you for not getting dirty, but you can have fun outside. Just be careful." As He washes us clean, He listens as we tell Him all of the things we did that day and we let Him know exactly how that dirt got behind our ears.
I like to believe that He watches over us as we go to sleep, tucking us in to our beds. He gives us a kiss on the forehead, if we let Him, and He tells us that He loves us right before we drift off to sleep, making sure that we actually do go to sleep and let the day go. God is looking at His creation, like a parent looking at their child, hoping and longing that they sleep well. Hoping and longing that the troubles experienced today will be in the past tomorrow.
As He looks at us from across the room, He pauses before He shuts the door and thinks of all the bad things we did that day. He knows in His mind that eventually we'll grow up and we'll learn better. He knows that we're just children, and that sometimes we need to be reminded that He is our Father, and that He knows what is best for us, even if it is every day.
I picture God walking out of our room, making sure that our Moon and Stars our shining all over our ceiling so that if we wake up in the middle of the night, we have something to look at to remind us where we are. I can see God turning on the nightlight by the door so if we need Him during the night, we know how to get to Him.
Then He walks down the hall, stepping over some of our toys and playthings. He picks some of them up, but leaves a few behind. "Tomorrow they will learn responsibility, and how to pick up after themselves." Of course He could have cleaned up for us, but then we would never learn.
When He gets into the kitchen, He knows that in the morning we're going to be hungry, and before we go off to our day of adventuring we're going to need to take something with us. He prepares something for us in advance, picking out what we need, knowing full well that when we finally get it, He may or may not get a "Thank you" in return.
When He finishes preparing for our tomorrow, He goes into His room. He goes in and sits in His chair. He looks at the clock. Any normal parent would be tired by this point, but He's better than that. So He waits. He sits in His chair and waits. He knows that some of us are going to need Him during the Night. He knows that some of us are going to be up too early, and so He needs to be ready to meet us when we're there. And He knows that some of us He's going to have to wrestle with just to get out of bed so we will go to class. That doesn't bother Him though, He still loves His children.
Here, is where we leave Him. He is waiting. For us. He loves us so much and gives so much of Himself to take care of us and far too often we don't give anything back to Him. But like all parents, He knows that those times when we do come to Him and say "Thank you, I love you," it's still just as precious to Him as the last time.
I like to think that when night comes, and darkness slides over the sky, God is watching the Earth, taking care of His children.
He gives us our bath, trying to get us clean from the day's adventures. Some of us don't ever like to take baths, and we love being dirty all the time. Some of us, He looks at us and says, "Thank you for not getting dirty, but you can have fun outside. Just be careful." As He washes us clean, He listens as we tell Him all of the things we did that day and we let Him know exactly how that dirt got behind our ears.
I like to believe that He watches over us as we go to sleep, tucking us in to our beds. He gives us a kiss on the forehead, if we let Him, and He tells us that He loves us right before we drift off to sleep, making sure that we actually do go to sleep and let the day go. God is looking at His creation, like a parent looking at their child, hoping and longing that they sleep well. Hoping and longing that the troubles experienced today will be in the past tomorrow.
As He looks at us from across the room, He pauses before He shuts the door and thinks of all the bad things we did that day. He knows in His mind that eventually we'll grow up and we'll learn better. He knows that we're just children, and that sometimes we need to be reminded that He is our Father, and that He knows what is best for us, even if it is every day.
I picture God walking out of our room, making sure that our Moon and Stars our shining all over our ceiling so that if we wake up in the middle of the night, we have something to look at to remind us where we are. I can see God turning on the nightlight by the door so if we need Him during the night, we know how to get to Him.
Then He walks down the hall, stepping over some of our toys and playthings. He picks some of them up, but leaves a few behind. "Tomorrow they will learn responsibility, and how to pick up after themselves." Of course He could have cleaned up for us, but then we would never learn.
When He gets into the kitchen, He knows that in the morning we're going to be hungry, and before we go off to our day of adventuring we're going to need to take something with us. He prepares something for us in advance, picking out what we need, knowing full well that when we finally get it, He may or may not get a "Thank you" in return.
When He finishes preparing for our tomorrow, He goes into His room. He goes in and sits in His chair. He looks at the clock. Any normal parent would be tired by this point, but He's better than that. So He waits. He sits in His chair and waits. He knows that some of us are going to need Him during the Night. He knows that some of us are going to be up too early, and so He needs to be ready to meet us when we're there. And He knows that some of us He's going to have to wrestle with just to get out of bed so we will go to class. That doesn't bother Him though, He still loves His children.
Here, is where we leave Him. He is waiting. For us. He loves us so much and gives so much of Himself to take care of us and far too often we don't give anything back to Him. But like all parents, He knows that those times when we do come to Him and say "Thank you, I love you," it's still just as precious to Him as the last time.
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