“God lives here, the streets are safe, God at your service from crack of dawn.” Psalm 46.5
I know two girls, nine and twelve years wise that have faith. They know God is working, just for them. They understand his promises and simply trust blindly that he will always honor them. They experience his love and understand the completeness of total acceptance. Their actions reflect every their knowledge, belief, and trust.
I watch and I wonder.
I wonder because even when I have first hand evidence of God’s character, I keep something back. I feel uncomfortable because of my inconsistencies in belief and action. I look around and find myself flooded in guilt because of the loss of God’s potential reach and touch through my hands, voice, and ears. My actions reflect more of my doubt and fears than of my experience of knowledge, belief, and trust. When will this change?
I watch and I wonder.
Shopping with two girls nine and twelve is either an absolute treat or a walking nightmare. Yesterday the emphasis of life reflected the treat. Wonder, amazement, excitement, desires, and energy spilled out in every aisle. Even tools and sports equipment held potential prizes for discovery! When I needed help, they were there. When I was lost, they found me. When we were ready to go they were patient.
I watch and I learn.
Spending time with God is at best a treat and at worst, a dream filled with guilt and remorse. My own limitations, fears, uncertainties, and doubts often bound my experiences. I use my own chains to limit God’s potential. Yet, there are moments. Moments when I let the wonder, amazement, excitement, desires, and energy of God spill out into every part of my life. Quiet time meets a need. Times of celebration and dance fill a gap. Walking, running, and sitting all have their place. God is king.
It all happens as I realize God is here; the streets are safe. My teacher is willing and waiting to help me learn fresh with each new dawn.
