Monthly Archives: February 2014

Somebody’s Watching Me

No matter who you are, someone is watching. Someone is looking to you for leadership, permission, or approval. As I was putting Jack down for his nap yesterday, I found myself praying this right out loud –

God –

May I have faith, showing that You are faithful.

May I be content, showing that You are satisfying.

May I have joy, showing that You are good.

May I have peace, showing that You are a perfect provider.

May I have courage, showing that You are strong.

May I have love, showing that You first loved me.

May I be grateful, showing that You are generous.

May I be merciful, showing Your mercy.

May I be enduring, showing Your steadfastness.

May I be kind, showing Your gentleness.

May I be bold, showing Your power.

May I be humble and willing to apologize, showing that You are Lord.

My little one is watching, and I want him to see You in me.

Jack is watching me, and what I want him to see is God – the One True God. I know there is no way that I will present a perfect picture of God to him, to my spouse, friends, neighbors, colleagues, and those I briefly engage in the comings and goings of life. However, the Bible does say that we are to let our light shine so that others will see and glorify God (Matthew 5:16) and that no one has ever seen God, but that if we love one another, His love is brought to full expression in us, and that expression of God in us is what draws others to Him (I John 4:12).

I cannot be perfect. You cannot be perfect. But we can daily open our lives up more and more to God, asking Him and allowing Him to fill us with Himself. Less of me, more of You, until we are as Paul so wonderfully puts it it in Ephesians – wholly filled and flooded with God Himself (Ephesians 3:19).

So today, I again bowed my head and opened my heart to God – fill me today, Lord. Flood me with all that You are. I will decrease, that You may increase, because the world is watching and they are looking for You.

Jack is heavy

Most of us are always carrying something–a backpack, a huge purse, armloads of laundry, the order for table #12, a jumble of items from Target because you didn’t want to grab a cart…

…these days I am also carrying Jack.

Who is getting heavy.

So heavy that I strained a muscle in my left shoulder (in his defense, this is also the shoulder I injured years ago in a biking accident).

As I was applying heat to my aching muscle one night after Jack was asleep, this passage came to mind:

Isaiah 46:1-9

New International Version (NIV/MSG)

 1-2 The god Bel falls down, god Nebo slumps. The no-god hunks of wood are loaded on mules and have to be hauled off, wearing out the poor mules—Dead weight, burdens who can’t bear burdens, hauled off to captivity. (MSG)  3 “Listen to me, O house of Jacob, all you who remain of the house of Israel, you whom I have upheld since you were conceived, and have carried since your birth.  4 Even to your old age and gray hairs I am he, I am he who will sustain you. I have made you and I will carry you; I will sustain you and I will rescue you.  (NIV)  5-7  “So to whom will you compare me, the Incomparable? Can you picture me without reducing me?  People with a lot of money hire craftsmen to make them gods.  The artisan delivers the god, and they kneel and worship it!  They carry it around in holy parades, then take it home and put it on a shelf.  And there it sits, day in and day out, a dependable god, always right where you put it.  Say anything you want to it, it never talks back.  Of course, it never does anything either!  (MSG)  8 “Remember this, fix it in mind, take it to heart, you rebels.  9 Remember the former things, those of long ago; I am God, and there is no other; I am God, and there is none like me.

What a word picture.

The One true God carries us.  Any other “god” in our lives, anything else we are looking to for fulfillment, we have to carry.

So the question is:  Carry, or be carried?

Logically, I choose be carried–all day, every day.  Practically, I have to admit that I often squirm off God’s shoulders and try to give it a go on my own…and I end up weighed down by things I pick up along the way.  I pick up pride, selfishness, control, material comforts.  I arrogantly rely on my own intelligence, strength and talents.  I foolishly lose sight of these truths:  Nothing else is worth worshipping.  Nothing else is God.  Everything else is just heavy stuff that quickly becomes a burden.  Nothing else loves me.  Nothing else forgives me.  Nothing else satisfies my soul.

So today, I stop and look up.  I stop and reach up.  I let go of all that I am carrying, and ask God to carry me.  I choose to not rush ahead.  I choose to let Him set the pace.

“The Eternal’s beloved rests safely next to Him, protected all through the day, resting between His shoulders.”  Deuteronomy 33:12 (The Voice)