Childish things

When I was a child, I spake as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child: but when I became a man, I put away childish things. 1 Corinthians 13:11

Jesus loves me
This I know
For the Bible
Tells me so.
Little ones
To Him belong
They are weak
But He is strong.
Yes,
Jesus loves me.
Yes,
Jesus loves me.
Yes,
Jesus loves me.
The bible tells me so.

This song has been sung every single night at my home lately. And as I realized the words I was singing, it quickly changed a night time lullaby into a worship time. Moving from "Jesus loves me", to "O, how I love Jesus" to "How Marvelous" to "His name is Wonderful". And that's when I realized my nightly praise and worship times should not cease because I've got a small child. But should expand to include her. (Yes, I know you're thinking this should have been an obvious conclusion, but lets see what YOU do when you're handed a 3 yr old).

Yesterday was simply a wonderful day. From the moment I woke up, to the moment I went to sleep. It could have been better though. I could have chased Gods presence just a little bit more. Could have sank into it a little deeper and a little longer. But I didn't. I didn't simply because I was tired and wanted to sleep.

Which raises in me a question. Did I only chase God as fervently as I have the last few months simply because I had nothing better to do?

It's not exactly something I'd enjoy thinking of myself, but is it really a matter of everything else getting in the way? or is it a matter of me having so many hours to fill, and once they are filled I don't think beyond that? I had evenings to fill, so I filled them with God. I had thoughts to think, so I thought them of God. Now I've got hours to fill with a child, and thoughts to think of a child and wonder if my relationship was as unsubstantial as all that.

Even if it was, God blessed me despite my poor "lack of entertainment" reasons for seeking Him.

There was effort before. Sometimes you'd rather turn on the tv than sit around and talk to God. So it wasn't all just easy and effortless. But today, this week, I've learned that if I want to have a deep, abiding relationship with God I've got to stay in touch.

If I stop adding to my blog daily, regularly, some of my daily blog readers will slowly ebb away. Check in with my blog a little less often. With my friends, sometimes they've e-mailed and then waited till I "found time" to sit down and respond. Sometimes days could go by without us talking to each other as they just waited for a response. Things like that, allowing things like that to happen withers away friendships. And from my experience, at some point, God no longer nudges me daily. But accepts that He's on the back burner of my life. Maybe He'll nudge me daily for a few months, then I'll just feel the nudge sometime once during the week, then sometimes maybe only when I'm at church, or see something that really touches me.

I don't want that to happen.

I need a daily commune with Him. I need a daily commune with Him. He's worth the time it will take, worth the mental effort and worth the pointed focus.

So let's just see what happens.