During worship on Sunday, a lightning bolt struck me. Or so
it seemed…In my mind I thought I was present, but I caught myself wandering in
my thoughts to what I would be doing later in the day. I began to plan out my
afternoon to spend time with God. Now if that’s not ironic, I don’t know what
is. Known as a “thinker” in that oh-so-wonderful Meyers Briggs test, I
tend to overanalyze quite a bit…even during worship. But this time I realized that the notion of planning to spend time with God during the exact moment I was
supposed to be spending time with God was contradictory. And I find myself doing this quite a bit. Wasn’t I already
supposed to be spending time with God? Isn’t God with me every hour of every
day? And giving a few hours to God should not even really be mine to give in
the first place. I need to be more aware of the consistency of God. He not only
meets me in worship. He meets me as I lay down to sleep, as I brush my teeth,
and as I interact with my environment. He is everywhere. The creativity, the
humanity, the beauty, and the images of the world are all gifts from the
creator. Sometimes I easily fall into worship of creation, and not the Creator.
Do you ever find yourself in similar circumstances?
You were born to be loved. God wants to love you. Are you letting him?
