Needles

Most of the problems I am faced appear to have no answer, at least not ones from a textbook.  There are so many variables, possible roots, and contributing factors that it is easy, natural, to find ones’ self lost in the details.  Even trying to ask somebody for help is problematic because they want you to describe the situation and the possible issues involved.  Trying to do this accurately is yet another guess on a situation that has so far defied description and analysis.
 
As I search for the needle I find myself dreaming about the problem, imaging the multi-dimensional situation, and losing track of other conversations.  The problem plagues my thinking.  Even when I can avoid focusing on it the complexity of my analysis transcends and recreates itself in the way I see everything around me.  Carli and Whitney become multi-dimensional opportunities that require my deep attention.  An upcoming silver anniversary, several months off still, that Cherry and I will celebrate requires deep thought, analysis, and planning.  Everything becomes needles in a complex puzzle that is beyond my abilities to understand.
 
On most days I find myself placing God and our relationship into this conundrum.  It is as if there are so many things that I need to analyze that I lose sight of the core of the relationship.  This isn’t new.  Many have found themselves distracted by life and everything that has and is happening.  Jesus had to clear things up for those around him to get the single point of God’s relationship with us on the table.
 
“The real significance of that Scripture is not that Moses gave you bread from heaven but that my Father is right now offering you bread from heaven, the real bread.  The Bread of God came down out of heaven and is giving life to the world.”  (John 6.32, 33) 
 
Most problems are not that complex or difficult, I just do not understand the core question.  With people it usually centers on fear or self.  With God everything rests on our response.  No needles, just a question.