Not understanding my own frustration....I decided to go home for lunch instead of eating at the office. I arrived to find Elizabeth about to start lunch herself (with a lot of help from mom, that is).
Her face was already messy with avocado. Seriously, that girl eats food INTENSELY!
I sat down to help. She dug into her food intensely. Avocado everywhere. Her body was a canvas...whatever. Knowing she needed help with another bite, I called her name...."Elizabeth". Without a milliseconds hesitation...she looked up at me, caught my eyes, and smiled.
Instantly, I remembered my frustration.
I was intently working that morning on my pastor stuff like Elizabeth was eating avocado. Intensely. The difference is...when I called my daughters name....she looked up and smiled. But when God had called my name that morning...I kept working. In fact, that morning I never prayed, never asked for God's guidance, never was enriched by his presence or his word.
My frustration was my "manna meter". That morning I had replaced the voice of Jesus for my manna, hard work.
I needed an 8 month old girl to remind me of Jesus words in Matthew 4,
"Man does not live on bread alone, but on every word that comes from the mouth of God"
7 comments:
Great word Joe, thanks for sharing that.
thanks ob1!
Sorry that wasn't clear.. Oliver Brayshaw here hehe :)
Nice! Good teaching Sir! Thanks
Great word, Joe. I had a few epiphanies like that when you were her age. God was using you even then.
hey Oliver....congrats on the new baby!
thanks NP (neil, I think)!
and thanks pops!
thanks joe.. little roo had his first day out cragging this weekend, which was rather cool.
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