**The last week for me has been very difficult. I have never in 10 years of Coast missed a Sunday due to sickness... till yesterday. I heard it was an amazing service... that Vicki and the ladies panel did a great job... (I knew they would) and that the band overcame lots... (both key worship leaders out... the loss of drummer and bass player (brothers) due to the sudden unexpected illness of one of the brothers) and they still pulled it off. Our Worship team are warriors. So yesterday went on and we never missed a beat.
**I have cabin fever... I'm not quite ready to rejoin the land of the living... but I am definitely getting better every day. But I can't wait to get out and active again.
**God has spoken to me alot during this time... sometimes I think it takes slowing down to hear Him best.
**This was the first year in a lot of years that I didn't see my mom on Mother's day. That was kind of sad.
**I had some weird thoughts about the cats? Want to hear them? Hmm, why am I asking you? Its my blog. So here goes. I was thinking about my relationship with the cats. We have three, Max, Maggie and Moby. Max is the regal leader of our cat clan... a big, gray tabby. Most of the time he will keep to himself and go about his business. But sometimes during the day he will become very needy, and then he will come and purr and rub his head against my legs. He is need of love and assurance. I call him the love cat when he is like that. Its very sweet... lasts only for a few minutes... and then back to his routine.
Moby is the youngest cat. He's a little orange tabby. He's cute as a button and if you saw him you would want to hold him and love up on him. But he won't let you. If you come to our house, you won't see Moby. When we first come home, we don't see him for a while. Moby is a great hider. Oh, I could tell you a lot of stories about him. Sometimes when he gets sleepy he will fall asleep on our bed. In those moments I can crawl up on the bed and pet him... and he will let me love him... and if I stop, he will place his little head under my hand to make me start again. But most of the time he has trouble receiving love.
Maggie is our middle cat. She is a calico, beautiful, fluffy and quite the snuggler. Maggie passes the love around. She loves to find a place and crawl into my lap and snuggle for as long as I can stand it. She loves to snuggle... but again, being a cat, its still only on her terms. She comes when she wants to. She comes alot, but she comes when she wants.
Anyway, I was thinking that sometimes I am like this with God. I come to him on my terms... like Max, I may come when I feel needy. Like Moby, I may let God catch me in my down moments... and like Maggie, I may go alot, but still under my own terms.
I wonder what it would be like to be so alive in my relationship with Christ, that me was gone. My will. My thoughts. My agenda. My plans.
The bible says that God is love. That goes beyond simply offering love. He IS love. And there is a part of me that wishes that I could just stay connected to the love at all moments... receiving for myself, and letting His love pass through me to others. But not like a cat. Not when I want to, or when it fits my plans... but just as a natural part of my life in all things.
I want to love fully... completely. And I want to always love... not sometimes love. My prayer? God make me less like the cats who are sweet and show love... and more like you. You Lord are love.
Just a few thougths...
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