This morning I woke up after another short night feeling tired and grumpy. Lately It seems like part of my life is on hold and the other part is in the familiar transition mode. Being the visionary type, I tend to see the “big picture,” imagine where in that picture I might fit and watch God make it happen. Tidy little package deal. Trouble is, he doesn’t do tidy. He seems more interested in how I deal with the road blocks on the way there. Wherever “there” is. It’s obvious that he’s in no hurry for me to arrive at any particular point that I may perceive as a goal. In fact, God doesn’t seem to be in a hurry about anything. Doesn’t he know that we live in urgent times? Of course, but he’s the time keeper, so that doesn’t move him. I can dance around the same obstacle for the next couple of years and he will not fret. If I’m still trying to figure it out during the looming economic collapse while global warming turns Hawaii into a dust bowl and the Dodgers trample the Giants on their way to the world series I can be certain of one thing: God won’t be wringing his hands.
Bob, Loren and I encourage people to follow their hearts, to do what Father’s created them to do. We talk about it on pod casts, write about it in blogs and are working on a movie with that theme. So it would probably be a good idea for me to get out of my head now before I digress further into the shallows in which subjects like Godzilla vs Bambi and politics are drowning.
At the end of the day I’ve got to admit that I’m grateful Father doesn’t rescue me out of this frustrating season. If he did, he wouldn’t be responding to my deepest desire. Following what he’s put in my heart is no easy road, but it beats the hell out of trying to do it my way. It seems to be the only way for truth that’s stuck in my head to get down-loaded into my heart. And in the midst of the process the relationship becomes even sweeter.