Have you ever sensed God ask you to do something you’d rather not? And what happens when you ignore God? It’s never pretty, is it?
I had an idea. I knew it wasn’t mine because I would have rather eaten dirt, but the thing dogged me like a little kid pestering me for ice cream.
As I wrestled with the thought, Dad got released from the hospital and my crazy world fell into a new normal. But I refused to talk about it, not to God or anybody else. The last thing I wanted to do was say it out loud, give it legs to stand on.
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When life gets crazy, I clean
I’m a judger. One way you can tell is to look at my desk. It’s neat. If it isn’t, I get the heebeejeebees.
Dad’s a perceiver. Nothing wrong with that, but stuff covers his desk, the floor of his office, his whole house. It needed an overhaul before anyone from home health care could see it.
So, it’s a good thing I clean when life gets crazy. With all the unknowns, cleaning was something I could control. I had piles going upstairs and coming down.
As I saw the change in the house, I felt a difference inside, but I didn’t have total peace.
Why? I was skipping prayer time. I justified all the work that needed doing, but really, it’s because I knew God wanted to show me something I didn’t want to see.
After his hospital stay, how much care would Dad need?
In an assessment with a nurse, I twitched, “Think he needs full-time?”
“No,” she assured me. “He’s not there yet.”
Whe-e-e-e-w! With a smile on my face, I booked my ticket to Oregon but . . . was that wise?
What happens when you ignore God?
- First, I spotted a coyote running from our yard, right past Marshall’s favorite place. God, please don’t let anything happen to Dad’s cat.
- Next, my cousin had to take a sledgehammer to the doorknob I’d tried to fix in order to get the door open.
- Then I climbed into my sister’s hot tub. The jets got stuck in the on position. I’ll spare you the visual of the end of that story.
- That’s when I found I had a herniated disk. I guess my body’s not used to all this physical labor.
Usually, I’d have walked through all of the above with God. When I hang with Him, He works all things together for good just like He promises in the Bible (Romans 8:28).
When I fly solo, I accumulate lists like this.
So after all the
Instead, I whined and called it prayer. Rather than listen, I copied the girl at the top of this page . . . and wondered why I couldn’t hear God!
Believe it or not, there is something God can’t do
There I stood, with my fingers in my ears, asking God a question.
Finally, I came clean. “If I listen to
“What if she wallops me with her purse?”
A moment passed. I didn’t want to miss the opportunity, so I begged, “Ok Lord, go ahead, make me do it!”
“That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you, I won’t.”
Turns out, we really do get to choose whether we follow God or not.
I think He longs for relationship because He loves us, but who would want someone hanging out with them just because they had to?
As I thought about all this, I remembered what happens when I follow God. His solutions defy my own abilities. He takes everyone and everything into consideration and does cool things through me. As I yield, He makes me look really good.
When I do my own thing, I am capable of making huge messes, like with my sister’s hot tub.
This morning, I looked out the window and saw the slightest tinge of color on the leaves. A sign, the season’s changing.
I just need a straight jacket for my mind to help me focus on God, even when I don’t want to hear.
Does God Want Me to Move Home?
I softened to the idea as I clicked on this youtube. Weeping, I jammed to the song:
I’m still not super excited, but as I plan to move home, I keep repeating, “God, I can’t wait to see what You’re going to do with that!”
What about you? I would love, love, love to hear your answer to this question . . .
What keeps you from following God?
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