Did you ever want to run away from being a grown-up? I know. I know. I just got back from two luxurious weeks of running away (see Road Trip ~ To Bend and Beyond), and I shouldn't complain. But maybe that's the problem. I got a taste of freedom. Freedom from responsibilities, from schedules, from demands (reasonable and unreasonable) from others, blah, blah, blah. I know. I know. I sound like a spoiled kid. And that's the point! I wanna be a kid! I want to go when, where, how and if I please to do so.
That doesn't mean that I want to be completely taken care of. I like to cook meals (but not every night). I like cleaning my home (but not when a new dirty dish is placed on the counter seconds after it was cleaned). I like grocery shopping (but not putting my purchases away). Blah, blah, blah.
Wow, I'm really whining here. My real challenge is to integrate a childlike wonder and enjoyment of the world with the realities of everyday life. Maybe the hippies were on to something with their communal living, or winning the lottery is really where it's at. But to be honest, the realities of housekeeping and general life skills are not the problem. No, I think it goes deeper than that.
It goes to a desire to for me to be able to rest. Truly rest. To be refreshed, comforted and not in demand. I think I've got two choices. I can run away, but then I would have to keep running away to steer clear of the realities of living. Or I can rest in God's grace. He knows my needs. He knows my desires. He truly is the only place, person or thing that I can run away to and get what I need.
And God is able to make all grace abound to you, so that in all things at all times, having all that you need ...(2 Cor 9:8) From the fullness of his grace we have all received one blessing after another. (John 1:16)
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