Haze: Daddy, what were you doing down here?
Me: Praying.
Haze: To God, to Jesus?
Me: Yes.
Haze: Jesus is right here (pointing to the empty spot next to her on the chair)... but I can't see him (said with a bit of disappointment).
Me: I know honey, but we will see him soon (said with a tear brewing as I connect with the longing in my heart to see him, smell him, touch him, and embrace him physically).
Honestly, I often think and relate to Jesus, the Spirit, and God as if they are ideas, abstract ideas that are more like beliefs than personalities to be related to. Trying to explain that Jesus is always actually present to a four year old makes me look inside at my own ACTUAL beliefs... if I really believe he is always present with me, why do I so often act like it's really just a theory, or a nice sentimental thought?
LORD, Abba, help me to open to your always present presence. Help me to open to you and connect with what you are doing in and around me. Give me eyes to see and ears to hear... and an open heart and mind. You are always active, always loving, always relating to me, help me be more and more attentive to that.
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