It’s going to be so fun one day (and one is tempted to make that day sooner), to go back and read my posts just over this year. There is absolutely nothing like it–that wonder and excitement of moving into a fabulous new home. It’s a once-in-a-lifetime thing, for us (when you consider we were in our previous home for 33 years). Of course, it’s not over yet, with Christmas-decoration time coming up! Each new season of the year is extra-new.
Lately I’ve taken to spending a moment here and there, just pausing to look out a window I don’t usually look out. Perhaps someday all those beautiful views will be glazed over and hardly seen, but hopefully not.
All this promotes a slightly guilty feeling. The reason I’m anxious to have people over and entertain is, I admit, in order to “show off”; but it’s also because I want to share it all, and don’t feel that I’ve done anything to deserve it! I think the guilt is exacerbated by the fact that we’re not yet involved in very much service at our new church. These things take time, especially if you want to work with children (think Protection Policy).
Meanwhile, little voices can whisper in my head that I’m not much use to God, and that I’m very shallow in taking pleasure in so many small, unimportant things (i.e. a sunny day, a good supper, etc…. what about the cloudy days, and so many who have to go without?) But like I said the other day, those small joys take on more meaning when you see them in the light of God’s presence. When you remember that God is ordering everything, and has a purpose for me to fulfill today; as small as that purpose may look to me (I, who can hardly see past the end of my nose, compared to him)–it’s important to his plan.
All that doesn’t fit perfectly with this really neat thing I read this morning, but you can make it fit. :P The devotional is referring to the time that the prostitute was brought to Jesus, and the Pharisees asked him what should be done with her; his response was silence, while he stooped down and doodled in the ground with a stick (John 8:6). He eventually said that whoever was without sin should cast the first stone, but then he went back to his silence & doodling. (John 8:1-11)
Perhaps Jesus’ silence should be kept in mind when we struggle to hear His voice—when we’re left with just a few words in between lengthy times of not hearing Him. His silence doesn’t mean He’s absent, and neither does it diminish His power or care. Instead it invites us to reflect on whether we’ve really heard what He’s already said. (Sheridan Voysey, ODJ, emphasis mine.)