This week has been very interesting for me. The mood at my house has been dampened for most of the week by a very tired and grouchy momma(that would be me). I often go through spells of bad sleep patterns but this week it seemed like something different. I felt like there was a spiritual battle going on. Praise God the victory for me is found in Christ Jesus! After I got over myself and allowed Him access into my pity party, He busted it up, and I learned a little something in the process.
For the last 6 months or so, God has been showing me that faith does require some action on my part. Sitting-on-my-rump-faith isn't really good for much. It doesn't make God great in the eyes of anyone, if I say I believe God will move a mountain and I don't ever get up, go to the mountain and tell it that God said to move. I have this paralysis that is activated when the step of faith is required. Do you remember the story of Gideon putting out the fleece? Well Gideon ain't got nothing on me. Fleece after fleece is required before I will budge an inch.
Fast forward to last night. My husband and I were discussing my propensity toward legalism when God hit me smack in the face with a very disturbing revelation. I am to Him what my daughter has become over the last few months to me. You see, she has this rather exasperating habit of asking me before she does anything. For instance: "Can I go to the bathroom?" then "Do you want me to wash my hands?" then "Can I go back to play now?" then "Can I get out the crayons?" I think you get the point. I was at my wits end with all the questions and then she started asking more than once to be sure she heard correctly. AAAGGGGHHHH! So you see this revelation from God was quite disturbing. I have been driving Him crazy, more or less, asking questions that I should step out on my own faith on and then harassing Him to make sure I am doing the right thing. Don't get me wrong, God want us to make sure we are following His direction, but He doesn't want to be asked for permission to go to the bathroom. :^)
That revelation combined with a reminder this morning of the Grace God extended by sending His Son to die on the Cross for my sins, has turned my mood around. It's amazing what God can do when we look intently upon His face to see His goodness and mercy anew and see ourselves as He sees us. I am His beloved daughter.
Do you think now that I've learned my lesson my own Dear Daughter will quit asking so many questions? I'll let you know!
