How do you discern what God wants for you? Some people tell me they hear the clear voice of the Lord directing their path. Me? I often need a cast iron skillet over the head and then it’s “Ouch! You want me to do what?”
I have known my son in law longer than I have known my daughter.
On a recent visit to NY for a family christening we experienced everything from summer weather to a winter storm. The first two days were mild with sunny weather and a high of 70. But the last two days the temperatures dropped; turning rain into sleet and then snow as we found ourselves with a snow storm in April!
My daughter, husband and infant grandbaby were to go into NYC to meet some friends for the opening game of the Yankees. Having lived the past 38 years in FL I was very nervous and my sister in law and I (consummate grandmothers and perpetual worry warts) were praying that the game would be cancelled. We lifted up prayers to God asking for him to “Please, please cancel the game!” I know, I know, all you die hard Yankees and baseball fans are horrified, but when it comes to safety of your kids and grandkids, a grandmother knows no bounds. Answered prayers – the game was cancelled.
I read this on a blog post entitled Morning Story and Dilbert. As a bicyclist and a Christian, I could so relate. I hope you can as well.
At first, I saw God as my observer, my judge, keeping track of the things I did wrong; so as to know whether I merited heaven or hell when I die. He was there sort of like a picture of a president. I recognized His picture when I saw it, but I really didn’t know Him.
Later on when I met Christ, it seemed as though life was like a bike ride, on a tandem bike, and I noticed that Christ was in the back helping me pedal. I don’t recall when he suggested we change places, but life has not been the same since.
I plan. God laughs. I plan a lot so God spends a lot of time laughing at me. I probably have my own theatre up in heaven eating popcorn, watching and laughing.
You see, I’m a planner. Whatever the event, holiday, trip, or even a routine day, I find planning to be part of the fun. I’m a list maker and love the feeling of checking off items as completed on the list. I have this illusion that once everything is checked off my list I can relax. Of course, the list never ends and when it does, another list is created. Somehow, planning provides the illusion that I am in control.
Thad and I recently spent 10 days in France. We learned about Chateau’s and wine, beautifully architecturally designed buildings, wine, cathedrals, wine, rich culture, wine, history and delicious foods. Did I mention wine? We visited the beaches of Normandy, the American cemetery and the War Museum – leaving us with emotions that vacillated between sadness and pride.
Unfortunately, we also experienced some not so pleasant behavior on the part of a restaurant in Paris.
Picture this. A French village in the late 1950’s. It is governed by a mayor who takes his job and religion very seriously. The doctrine of “giving up” something for lent is required in mass, rules are mandated, and conformity expected regardless of strife.