I grew up in a tiny maybe two hundred member Methodist church. I was taught the ten commandments, that Jonah was swallowed by a whale, Noah built the ark, Jesus performed miracles, and many other rudimentary concepts of the bible. I was told that Jesus loves me and that we pray to God. I religiously went to church every Sunday to "find Jesus" (as we jokingly used to call it). We were often told about the omnipresence of God. Every summer I went to Christian camp and every fall I went to youth seminars where I experienced God's love over and over.
"Therefore let us leave the elementary doctrine of Christ and go on to maturity, not laying again a foundation of repentance from dead works and of faith toward God..." -Hebrews 6:1
It wasn't until I experience the power of the Holy Spirit that I realized about God's all encompassing capability and I realized that I had God comfortably in a box. Everyday I find myself struggling with the concept of letting him out or leaving him in. Each day I decide whether to accept his presence and favor with me or leave him in the box and take my own path. Most days, I quite honestly live and dwell within myself where I am comfortable.
You, however, are not in the realm of the flesh but are in the realm of the Spirit, if indeed the Spirit of God lives in you. And if anyone does not have the Spirit of Christ, they do not belong to Christ. But if Christ is in you, then even though your body is subject to death because of sin, the Spirit gives life because of righteousness. And if the Spirit of him who raised Jesus from the dead is living in you, he who raised Christ from the dead will also give life to your mortal bodies because of his Spirit who lives in you. -Romans 8:9-11
I find my day looking like:
Wake up, check Facebook, read Twitter (I am newly a tweeter @mollymiser), change Clara's diaper, get dressed, make and serve breakfast, check Facebook, decide upon the activities of the day, etc.
WHERE IS GOD?
The same place that Clara feels. I can imagine he is probably frustrated that I left him in a box in the back of my head or in the bible I left on the shelf. I can envision him sitting in the back seat of my car waiting for me to engage him. I can see him watching me on the phone or texting or using checking social media. I can see him looking out the window and seeing his glory and pointing to me as I ignore his creation and talk on the phone. I can see him trying to feed me his knowledge as I continue cooking and saying, "no thank-you, I am busy."
Behold, I stand at the door and knock. If anyone hears my voice and opens the door, I will come in to him and eat with him, and he with me. -Revelation 3:20
Then when I am frustrated and Clara is screaming at the top of her lungs, I remember all of those times she extended her energy to me and I ignored it. While they may seem like tiny events in the day, every moment is precious to a toddler and every moment is precious to God. When Jesus came to the world you didn't hear about him walking around immersed in everyone else's story. He created his own. He created us to love him and nurture our relationship with him in the same way he created parents to cultivate their relationships with their children.
Behold, children are a heritage from the Lord, the fruit of the womb a reward. Like arrows in the hand of a warrior are the children of one's youth. Blessed is the man who fills his quiver with them! He shall not be put to shame when he speaks with his enemies in the gate. Psalm 127:3-5
I pray that you cultivate your relationships with God and your children with the love of the Lord and his desires.
Love you.


