“Please God, no more yelling, no more trips to the woodshed.” Psalm 6.1
I can’t really imagine the physical sight of God yelling at me much less having a woodshed experience when Him. I am not sure what specifically blocks my imagination, evidence of God’s overwhelming grace, physical size and presence of God, or the potential power of the pain inflicted on my backside. Perhaps it is the combination.
However, there are days when my mind, body, and soul believe we have spent our time in the virtual woodshed! The mind aches from the outside in. Eyes are looking for any cool and dark place to rest. Bones ache in ways that no amount of stretching, resting, or movement will ever solve. Room temperatures are always too cold or hot, never soothing.
Who is responsible? God is our frequent reply. Christ is the word often uttered.
My excuse today is jet lag. Thirteen hours on a plane even in the new BA sleeper seats just does not work the same as my bed at home. Perhaps is it being up at a part of the day that your body thinks is time for sleeping?
Is my excuse a reason? I do not think so, no matter how hard I argue with myself.
During these times, my mind finds it difficult to hear or even listen for God’s voice.
Therefore, I cut myself off from the connection I value most.
Therefore, I find my heart adrift from the love of my life.
Therefore, life becomes a lot more difficult to face.
Therefore…
Does God change because of my deafness? No and Yes.
No, God’s assurance of relationship with me is constant. No, God’s intense desire to have a moment by moment conversation with me is still there. No, God’s involvement in my life is 100%.
Yes, God spends more time working so that I might hear him. Yes, God works even harder reaching through others to help me hear His voice. Yes, because He loves you and me, especially on one of those days.
