I was sipping on my tea tonight and I was reflecting over this past week. Man, has it been a long one! I have been without my cell phone for a week now. I dropped it last Sunday and literally watched the screen fade to black. In that moment, I almost panicked. Ok, I lie...I DID panic! Because I use my phone for EVERYTHING: my alarm clock, my calendar, my GPS, phone numbers, email, EVERYTHING!! I thought "it's cool, I can get it checked out tomorrow. It'll be fine"
Needless to say, the checkup at the phone doctor didn’t go so well because I am STILL without my phone! But I'm so grateful for growth: this time last year, I would've had a full blown melt down in the store, like I was gonna die without the phone. Don’t laugh at me, you’ve been there—so dependent on a thing or a person to the point that, when they leave or it stops working, you lose it! But I have grown. After receiving the bad news, I just giggled and said "ok, God, I'm listening!" I just decided that God wanted some of my attention. The truth is I had been way too consumed with my phone. I reflected this week and realized that there were times that my daughter was trying to talk to me and I was so engaged in my phone that I didn’t HEAR her. I would attempt to text and drive and many times I would look up, only to realize that I was weaving in and out of lanes of traffic, so engulfed in the device I was holding, risking the life of the precious cargo I always carry. I missed out on times when I could have just turned the radio off and just listened: to my daughter, and to God
I have also missed out on time that should have been spent with family and loved ones, yet I was waiting to hear back from someone who meant me no good, trying to see if we could “connect”. The times when I should have been begging for the conversation of my teenage son, I was begging for the attention of a man. Other times that I was questioning who I was and whether I was worthy of love was when I should have been seeking the validation from my heavenly father, and not from the joker that could only notice my backside, and not my inside.
But I’m grateful that God gives us time after time after time to realize when we are drifting away from him. No one wakes up one day and says “I’m going to run as far away from God as I can today.” No, it happens by a subtle drifting:
· It starts by not going to that mid-week bible study that you have been so faithful to for years.
· Or maybe you decide you deserve to sleep in a little because you’ve been so stressed out, so you skip your Morning Prayer and devotion time with God.
· You know, your work load is kind of heavy, so maybe this week you will watch church online and get caught up at work.
· I know I have a man problem, but he is so fine AND he goes to church, so I can go hang out with him at 11p at night. What’s the worse that can happen? And I mean, we are grown, right?
· It’s no big deal to have that one glass of wine, although you have struggled with addiction in the past. I mean, you’re stronger now, right?
These tiny things turn into a series of things that cause us to wake up one day, numb and unsure of how we got there. Fortunately, we love a great big God with a great big heart that aches when we are far from him. Just as he spoke avout the children of Israel in Jeremiah 31, he means the same for you:
3 the Lord appeared to him[a] from far away.
I have loved you with an everlasting love;
therefore I have continued my faithfulness to you.
Turn to him. Sometimes it’s just a small shift to the left or the right that we need to make. But go to him. Cry out to him. He’s waiting to hear from you.
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