Waiting

We wait!
And we wait for God to answer our dilemmas.
We wait and wait for an answer!
No answer comes as soon as we cry out.
Why? Isn’t He there?
I can’t see him. Is He too busy or to tied up?
How dare others cut in line!
I need an answer now or I’ll die! ...
God waits.
And He waits. And He doesn’t hear anything.
No answer comes as soon as He cries out.
Why? Aren’t we there?
“How dare other things cut in line”, thinks He.
So God waits.

Can you feel?

Can you feel the hopelessness of looking down on your child and hearing him in pain?
Can you feel the anger seeing people treat your child like he isn’t human?
Can you feel the revenge swelling up inside you thinking of how unjust people are in how they treat him?
You have the power to right the wrong, every right to get even, and no one would think less of you.
How could you wait any second longer to snatch him away and remove him from such terribleness?
But of course your child is part of a bigger picture.
But why at your expense and his?
That is a mystery which has already been revealed!
Father, help me to understand your mystery for me.

Rest in His shadow

“He who dwells in the shelter of the Most High will rest in the shadow of the Almighty.” Psalm 91:1
Resting in a shadow!
It depends on what or who is causing the shadow.
It is the Almighty’s shadow.
Terribly large it must be, big enough to encompass me.
How large must the light be behind the Almighty to cast such a shadow?
Can such a light exist?
How could a shadow give me rest except for the knowledge that the Almighty is close by.
If I look closely I can see the outline of his silhouette.
Someday I’ll see Him face to face.
In the mean time, I must learn to trust that his even his shadow can protect me.

Shelter

“He who dwells in the shelter of the Most High will rest in the shadow of the Almighty” Psalm 91:1
Let me dwell in your shelter not one I can build for myself.
Protect me from the elements. Keep me warm.

Let not my bones feel the coldness circling around me.
Let me feel your warmth.
Keep the wind from howling around me for the voices I hear make me afraid.
So calm the wind. As sure as there is a great wind, a great storm looms ready to arrive. That is what I have been told.
So calm the wind and break up colliding fronts, God Most High.
Am I to remain in your shelter to hide and to run away from life?
Is this trust?
“Dear Child,
You are to live in my shelter. My protection and care will follow you all the days of your life. I will be with you always even to the end of the age. My shelter is for those who can trust in it. Now open your heart and trust in me.”

Small

Small... isn’t it a matter of location?
Looking through a microscope or from at an ant hill,
from on top of a mountain or looking out the window of an airliner,
from the space shuttle or a lunar module.
What does the earth look like outside our solar system, just a reflection from our sun? Further out we would blend with the dark universe.
Suns, like the one in our solar system, make up the millions of galaxies estimated in the universe.
When God walks to the end of his universe, how small must we be? Yet each of us is precious in His sight.
We are His treasured possession.
Yet, so small a thing carries great pride and pride begets great arrogance.
Arrogance begets an independence from God until God is forgotten.
So how can I, so small a speck in the universe, think that the world centers on my needs?
Yet the God, who created every speck in the universe, cares for me.
Father, I really don’t understand your love!