Deep down inside I knew. God was wanting some alone time with me, and I was running away from it.
I proceeded through my day, and right as dinner had finished cooking; thunder struck. The power went out.
The little one wasn't scared, but I began to bustle around.
I needed to know if there were any severe weather alerts out, but my wonky cell phone now had a dead battery so there was nothing I could even attempt to do.
We managed to get through it. I won't bother you with the play-by-play because it's irrelevant.
This is what I really want you to know. As the little one was going off to sleep in daddy's arms; I did what I should have done hours before.
I surrendered.
I spent some time in prayer before the Lord. It wasn't a rushed and half-hearted prayer. It was a this-is-what-is-going-on-at-this-very-moment-and-I-am-not-doing-another-thing-before-I-submit-my-good-bad-and-ugly-before-you type of prayer. So, yeah, it wasn't very eloquent, but it was me; and therefore it was beautiful to my Father. I read and chewed on The Word of God, allowing it to challenge me and change me like it longs to do.
I had been so worried with all that I needed to get done, wanted to do, and with bashing myself over things that I failed to get done that I forgot about staying plugged into my life source, Jesus Christ. He desires a relationship with us, and He is not intimidated by our messes. He loves us like no other, forgives us, and yes; He will even use thunder to get our attention.
It's wooing at it's best.
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