Why that sentence came out of my mouth as we started the day, I really don't know. True, it's GORGEOUS outside this morning, but God lives in my house as well as outside.
HOWEVER, I've been praying over this worship/"HolySpirit you are welcome here" thing.
And my object lesson this morning was clear!
God lives in my private times alone with him with the curtains closed.
God is in my private
places where I shut myself away.
But when I fling open the
curtains
It’s amazing.
But, worship wise, I so often stop here.
I gaze out the window of the beautiful box I live in. I let the light in, He shines through and I see His beauty.
I appreciate God's craftsmanship. And God is here.
BUT there’s no substitute
for going outside!
Outside. Where I am small and
He is the creator of the air, the boundless sky, the mountains, the breeze in
the trees that creates a new picture - fresh for that moment only - never to be
seen again in exactly that way…
My worship has been
controlled, beautiful, but not very daring.
At least not very often.
I am exposed when I am outside.
I’m not in charge of the climate when I’m outside. It is GLORIOUS when I am outside. I have choices, but I am not in control when
I’m outside my box.
So often when I pray for
people to get outside their box, their limited view of God, I simply want them
to get in my box.
I saw that this
morning.
But God is calling us - all of us - to
come outside.
His invitation is so open,
like his arms… He’s SO much bigger and more full of inviting love than I can
imagine. And I’m a pretty imaginative
girl.
There’s plenty of space
out here… for everyone.
So what’s holding me back?
Control. The bottom line is this. Do I trust Him to love me
enough?
©2015 Lydia D. Crouch
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