I’ve been in grandmomma heaven this weekend, because my grandkids came to stay. Four of the most beautiful kids you’ve ever seen, and they we’re here for 48 wonderful hours. No agenda. No plan. Just spending time together. Aren’t those the best hours we spend with anybody? No agenda, no clock, no plan… just time together.
I think that’s what God expects from us. We are His children, after all, and every parent wants time with their kids. Down time. Dinner table time where we ask, “How was school today?” Bed time when we read stories together and find out what was the best part of their day. I know as a mother, it nearly killed me when one of my kids didn’t tell me when they were hurting, when they needed something. If they kept it to themselves or went to somebody else rather than coming to me so I could help… Well, it sure didn’t make me feel like Mother of the Year.
So why are we so skittish about approaching the throne of God’s grace and mercy? Why do we pick and choose the things we bring to God in prayer? Why do we feel silly praying for ourselves or about something we feel is trivial? Would we want our kids to feel that way about coming to us? I know I don’t. Even though they’re grown ups now, I want them to feel like they can call me any time.
Luke 11:13 tells me God loves me as his child. Ephesians 1:3 says God has already blessed us in Christ with every spiritual blessing. The same in 2 Peter 1:3… He has already granted all things. And 2 Corinthians 9:8 says we have all sufficiency in all things at all times. Already.
Already. Finished. Done. I don’t have to place an order with God and then wait while he whips it up. His blessings and goodness are already with me. The cookies are on the counter ready for us to take one and spill our hearts out.
Hearing Chris Rice’s Untitled Hymn (Come to Jesus) in my mind. Please have a listen. I cannot wait to kiss the world goodbye, to “go in peace and laugh on glory’s side.”