martes, 31 de marzo de 2015

When it's all there and we won't take it

It's Saturday morning, and I'm waiting for my kid to take a break. He won't. He's too engrossed in what he's doing. I hear his empty stomach growl.

He's been at those toy cars and cards and books for two hours.

And the breakfast has been laid out for hours, up on the table above him, ready for the taking.

After a while he finally walks around the house moaning.

"Are you hungry?" I ask him.

"I'm starving! I haven't had breakfast!" He drapes himself over a chair, ready to die. This kid doesn't need acting school.

"It's on the table, as it always is on Saturday," I smile. "You just had to look up. Didn't you hear me calling?"

I too am always engrossed with what I have in front of my nose: relationships, work, play, life, the next thing.

Meanwhile there's this gnawing hole inside, increasingly hungry but strangely put on hold.

The banquet is laid out, ready for the taking. Will I look up? He's been calling for quite some time now, the Father. Thirst and hunger, ready to be satisfied in him. 

Won't we all just take a break and get the meal we need?

"You satisfy me more than the richest feast. I will praise you with songs of joy." (Psalms 63:5 NLT)

(Five-minute Friday: Today's prompt was "break.")

viernes, 20 de marzo de 2015

Running shoes, rocking chair

Photo: Erika Thorpe
I'm pausing and thanking God tonight because stress makes me real. Stress halts the pursuit of perfection. Stress shoves on the glasses and the running shoes and leaves the lipstick behind because there was no other way to get to the school on time. Stress makes me ask the three questions instead of the cocky, half-listening one because when stress runs the clock, there may not be time to repeat that conversation or hear that person again. Stress gives pride a punch in the gut and makes yes-man me learn to say no with grace for the love.

I'm always praying for stress to go away. Always looking at stress as the enemy. If only...

But today I thank God for what he knows is good for me, and because he is good, and because he is real and wants me to be real too. Reality could never be so picture perfect for long. There is a time for running in three directions at once, and there will be a time for simply rocking in the still of the night. Yet at either time, the heart has to be held up like a cup, receiving and thankful, ready and real.

(Five-minute Friday: Today's prompt was "real.")