A couple of months ago I was in church, it was worship time and I kept getting tugs on my pants. After constant settling of little disputes and several corrections and reminders to little girls to stay in their seats, not to disturb others in prayer, etc., etc., I sighed and wondered... "Will I ever be able to get through a worship service without feeling like I lost the moment?" And then it came... the quiet, subtle whisper to my heart... "Wasn't this what you asked for? Such deep communion that interruptions would be nothing more than minor pauses in our conversation?" So no complaints on this end... I do get interrupted plenty of times but now know that it is ok, He has put within me the ability to maintain the intimacy, it is all up to me, He is always available. Better yet, unlike me, He never forgets where we were!
If I could only figure out what was that I prayed that led me to the grounds I am standing on right now, maybe I could learn my lesson quick and get it over with!
If I could only figure out what was that I prayed that led me to the grounds I am standing on right now, maybe I could learn my lesson quick and get it over with!
2 comments:
Love to read about your world - thanks for keeping us updated!
I'm always inspired by how you patiently handle the tugs and interruptions. love you-
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