1 day ago
Thursday, September 3, 2009
Ain't no way. Ain't no how.
I think, no scratch that, I know that I do the same with God. I try, because it's easy, it's safe and it's comfortable, to put God in a box. If I can contain God, then all the crazy, wild, and yes radical things that He does, is doing and is going to do can be ignored and left behind. Right?
I am trying to put God...
in a box. The Creator of the heavens and the earth, GOD, inside a box. The One who made the galaxies and caterpillars, Coke Light and chicken fajita nachos, the color red and laughter... INSIDE A FLIPPIN' BOX PEOPLE!!
The same God who is holy, eternal, all-knowing, all-powerful, fair and just. Just writing all that out is intimidating. Yet I think I can take God and place Him in a box.
Surely God wouldn't call me to do THAT!
Surely God wouldn't call me to go THERE!
Surely God wouldn't call me to love THEM!
Surely God wouldn't take my mom before I have a chance to say good-bye.
Surely God wouldn't expect me to be single much longer.
Yeah He would. All of that and so much, MUCH more. Why? Because He's God.
Because He is holy. He can't be compared with anything or anyone.There are no accurate words that can be used to describe Him. He is holy. Period.
Because He is eternal. He exists outside of time. We don't. He has no beginning. No middle. No end. Think about that.
Because He is all-knowing. He knows the innards of my heart. I get chills just thinking about that. There's not a single, solitary thing that I can hide from Him. Nothing. Nada. Neither can you.
Because He is all-powerful. Everything was created for Him. Not the other way around. Yet I constantly ask Him why He does what He does. Or, and I love this, I try to tell Him what to do!! Someone slap me now!
Because He is fair and just. Amen. Enough said.
I can't even fit iPods, iPhones, Cakesters & Hershey's in a box, but yet I think I can put God in one.
And yet, the idea of Him outside the box - of what He might do and might ask me to do, scares me. But I have no choice.
All that stuff will get packed up, in a slighly bigger box, and shipped off to Nebraska. And I am realizing and accepting that it is finally time for me to stop trying to put God in a box. He can't be contained and honestly, I don't want Him to be. It's time for me to stop being so stinkin' afraid.
He is God, afterall.
(The above ramblings are my thoughts on what I read in Crazy Love.)