This might be a bit random, and maybe more mushy than normal, but bear with me.
Hypothetical situation: If someone were to offer me two choices. One, I could be given a pencil sketch of my wife. It would be a nice gift. I could see her characteristics, her form, and could tell easily that yes, she is a beautiful woman.
Two: I could be given not a pencil sketch of my wife, but my wife, the real thing.
Seems ridiculous and the choice is obvious. And yet daily I’m presented with the same options with God. I can have the real thing, or a grey sketch of the real thing. How is it that sometimes the first option is what I take?
Intimacy with God is the most prized treasure He offers us. I am asking myself this morning, what treasure do I spend my time seeking? The real thing? Or am I too easily contented with the imitations?
Intimacy implies a deep and personal knowledge, a familiarity with between both sides, it implies pleasure taken and given between one another, it implies a certain romance, it implies joy, and a profound understanding of each other, intimacy implies vulnerability and a trust that the other is not acting selfishly, but seeks to give and care for the other.
In my experience in life, I have found nothing more important, nothing better, and nothing deeper, than the intimacy that God offers us. A true relationship between God and each one of us. I ask myself today, does this characterize my relationship with God?
