I feel as though I come to God an abundant amount of times lately and tell Him some form of, “Dear God, Hi. I thought of a bunch of stuff that I think we should do, annnnnnnnnnnd I need you to bless it.
Soon.
Like before I get to the church…
… in two minutes…
…for the actual event.
BTW, please.”
It sounds ridiculous when I write it out, but I do it way more than I want to admit. I really doubt God is up in heaven just going, “Finally! I have been waiting up for you to ask me so I can bless this whole shindig! Good thing you’re so spiritual Joel!”
As if my prayer determines the success of things. The actual truth is that I don’t think God even needs us really. He just does what He does and I get to help.
It is like how my daughter “helps” me vacuum. We got her a small toy vacuum about a year ago and since then, chores around our house have never been the same. The little red hunk of molded plastic looks pretty real, and has AA batteries that make some nice sounds, but it doesn’t do much. It can’t even suck up cheerios (thanks a bunch Amazon!). What it IS very good at is giving my little 2 year old a face full of smiles and a voice full of laughter as she comes alongside me. We vacuum together, myself with the actual one and her with the little red that could. And that is why I love it. She is in on the action, and it gives me joy. I love her heart.
A lot of times I think I am in charge of my life, family, relationships, job and I am sure it makes God chuckle a lot…He seems like a God who likes to laugh.
But the more we serve this God, the more we get to find out that the ideas were never even ours. They were His. The creativity was His all along. The people came together at His call. The glory was His because it always has been His. And when it does not work out the way we think it should, it is always Jesus that sits in the dust with us and says, “Why are you still here? Let’s go do something awesome!”
Chasing The Wild Beast 