In Limiting God
Dec. 15, 2015 at 12:15 p.m.
Well, it happened again. I was on my way to church, driving on the south loop, near the railroad overpass that seems as if it will never be finished. As usual, although I wasn’t running late, I was pushing it to get to church on time. Just as I neared Hwy 31, the crossing guards came down; a train was approaching. This is the third time in as many weeks this has happened.
I sat there, steaming and getting antsy because now I would be late. My muscles were tensed and my foot was tapping the floor. Actually, that behavior seems rather usual for me. I have a very hard time just sitting still. Unless one of my two favorite TV programs is on, I can’t even be still to enjoy any others. Usually I’m doing something with my hands—playing cards, knitting or crocheting, playing games on my computer.
Unfortunately that is usually the way I converse with God. I find I talk with Him the most when I’m driving. But just to sit and take a chunk of time to pray, I can’t do. God knows me well. When He has something to say to me, He tells me to go sit down. Sometimes I argue that I don’t have time to do that, but He becomes more insistent until I finally head for my favorite chair. I’m so glad when I take this little bit of time to be still and know that He is God. He had a lot to tell me that I would have missed if I hadn’t finally obeyed.
I was reminded of these times as I was waiting for the train finish its journey across the road. What was I accomplishing, I chastised myself, by getting so upset? It didn’t make the train go any faster. And I certainly was harming myself physically and mentally. If I didn’t change my viewpoint quickly, I wouldn’t be in a mood to worship once I got to church. I probably would be snippy with some of my friends. If I had little children, I probably would be short with them. That’s not the way I want to be. So I have a choice: I can learn to relax and let God’s love flow over and through me, or I can do it my way and be miserable.