Juggler of words and children…collector of pottery shards
Five kids. One old beat up minivan on the way to school. Some days, it is chaos but many other days, it is a holy place.
“What do you think about God?” I ask them. “Proverbs 24 says that if we falter in the face of adversity, our strength is small. Yesterday, my strength was small. You know what I did? I agreed with God about it. There was no point in pretending to be strong because God sees our hearts. So, I said, ‘My God, my strength is small today. Will you please give me some of yours?”
“What do you think about God?” I repeat. “Do you think He looks down in disgust at us when we tell Him we are weak and need His strength? No. He smiles and says, ‘I’m so glad you asked! I am happy to give you some of my strength. I am (in the words of The Shack) especially fond of you.'”
I look into the rearview mirror to see a sea of small faces smiling at the thought.
What do you think of God? Do you believe he is tender? Do you believe that there are times he sprinkles special blessing into your life just to say, “I love you?”
I know my front porch swing is one of those kisses from God. It is the quiet place where He sings over me. The sun on the back of my neck is His favor. The cool breeze rustling in the Tulip Magnolia is His breath. The shade overhead is the shadow of His wing.
I come here every morning with a cup of tea, my journal, and God’s love letter to me. I have no agenda. I don’t direct the conversation. I just enjoy communion with The Father.
Inside the house, dirty dishes fill the sink and dust bunnies rule the floors. The laundry room I worked so obsessively to clear over the weekend is piled with smelly, wet sheets. There is always something to do, somewhere to be, some task that has awaited my attention far too long.
And so I steal away to the porch swing to hear the voice of God. I let Him sing over me for awhile.
What do you think of God?