Yesterday, I did not live up to my commitment of a daily blog post. I could say I was tired (I was) or that I wasn’t feeling up to par (I wasn’t). I could whine about how difficult it is to write a new story every day. Walking around with ideas swirling in my head, spinning the dial until I connect with one, and then wrestling the words out of the idea is grueling. Then the words are laid flat, arranged, then rearranged like the tiles on a scrabble board trying to maximize points. Read through after read through casts a net over spelling and grammatical errors and exhaustion is usually the impetus to click the publish button. I can’t remember ever doing it because I thought it was good enough. Believe me, the glamor of writing took a vacation after day two.
I wish I could blame someone else and circumvent responsibility, but I can’t. I just chose not to write yesterday.
It made me think about what would we do if God just chose not to show up today? Sorry people, a little tired today so I am going to take the day, week, month off. Carry on and try not to ruin everything. Prayers would be shoved in a box for future consideration. If you want to be healed, come back tomorrow. There would be public outcry for you don’t know what you’ve got til it’s gone. God can’t hear because he has his Beats headphones on (noise cancelling, good choice) while he lays in a hammock in Hawaii.
It makes me miss Him just to think that is possible, but makes me giggle as well because I know that it is not.
This scenario puts a finite boundary on infinite love and wisdom. We have put human form and human limitations on a God that is almighty and all powerful. He isn’t some white-haired dude nursing a sunburn after surfing all day. He is the power that resides in us and through us. So, He might be in a white-haired dude surfing in Hawaii, but at the same time he is with us all, in us all, in everything.
I realized in this reflection that I have made God personal to me. He is a guy who would go surfing in Hawaii. He has a twinkle in his eye like he can’t wait to tell a joke or pull a prank. He is the patient psychologist sitting in the chair across from me, refusing to give me the answers, instead making me find them myself. He is a friend, always there laughing and crying, sighing and nodding, comforting and supporting. He is the parent loving enough to never say I told you so yet we both know it is there at the tip of his tongue.
These are just forms of him. He is like Play-Do in the Play-Do fun factory. You can crank it through and make strings and bars, dots and stars. Then you can squish it back together again and make anything you want. He is there ready to be whatever we want Him to be, whatever we need Him to be.
Personally, I need a workaholic, never tired, always feeling up to par, no excuses, never leave my side, ready to give me another shot, coaxing, cheering on, loving me unconditionally, BFF kind of God and I don’t even need a Play-Do fun factory to make it happens. He just is.
I could have put hundreds of scriptures here that describe my God. I narrowed it down to my five favorite.
1. In the end, all we need to know is that God is love.
a mighty one who will save;
he will rejoice over you with gladness;
he will quiet you by his love;
he will exult over you with loud singing.
4. He is my soul food.