Up High. Often when we talk about God or when I think about Him I see Him as up high. Like he’s in the sky looking down on us. This week I’ve appreciated having a more realistic thought– yes, He’s all around but as a Christian it’s important to believe that He’s not just up in the sky somewhere. We aren’t praying to a genie or a magician who floats around granting wishes. My prayers have mostly become a monologue for anyone or no one who’s listening. But that’s not how I want the prayers to be. So lately I’ve prayed knowing that God is near. In fact, He’s with me. He’s with you. He’s not far away sitting on a throne watching everything unfold, uninvolved. He can be right here. So now when I pray I try to picture His face… like a conversation. Not a ritual. Not a chore. Not a Zoom call. At Christmas the name Immanuel comes up a lot. It means “God With Us,” and it’s still true in March, too. In the summer. During the day or night. He wants to be part of my messy life. In fact, I believe He wants to help untangle it. I want to honor Him as the highest being but also be talking to Him daily, figuring out life together.
Down Low. The bridge collapse in Baltimore is kinda nuts! I remember the song “London Bridge is falling down, falling down, falling down,” but I can’t remember in my lifetime ever seeing a bridge actually fall down. As the story unfolds, it’s interesting to hear about heroic decisions, sad realizations, and suspicious activity, too. For instance, why is the government going to foot the bill for the entire rebuilding of the bridge? Shouldn’t that burden be on whoever is at fault? Insurance is a thing, right?
“It’s my intention that the federal government will pay for the entire cost of reconstructing that bridge. And I expect the Congress to support my effort.”
President Biden
Too Slow. I was playing a called “Taco, Cat, Goat, Cheese, Pizza” with family the other day and realized, yet again, that I stink! It’s kind of a game of speed and usually I was the slowest. That’s why I never win that game, I guess. Totally different reason than why I never win “Clue.” I’m just not built for quick decisions or murderous insight, dang it. I’ve also been swimming this week as I prepare for my first sprint triathlon of the year. Filling up most of the lanes at the public lap pool was a swim team and being in their presence reminded me how slow I am. But that’s exactly why I was there. I’m not the best swimmer and I never will be the best, but I can be better than last year’s version of myself. That’s the goal, at least!
-Out of the Wilderness
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