Our house is beginning to feel the buzz of the holidays. In just 5 days we will celebrate another Thanksgiving. Yet another year is almost done, and I am not sure where it went. Christmas is around the corner and the stress is already beginning to build. Is that really what this time of year should be like?
When the pilgrims celebrated their first Thanksgiving they had a clear purpose; to celebrate and thank God for what He had provided them (thanks), and to share it with the others around them (giving). Is that how I approach Thanksgiving, or do I find myself caught up in the planning, cleaning and consumerism of it all? Will I invite others to join with me or will I think only of myself and my needs? I pray that God will give me the strength and grace to step outside of myself and to truly be thankful and give back.
Saturday, November 21, 2009
Friday, November 20, 2009
Dancing Stars
Tuesday morning I found myself sitting on my back porch at 4:30 am with my 8 year old son watching a meteor shower. What a beautiful sight it was! We gasped as a comet whizzed across the sky.
As we sat there contemplating the greatness of God, I was captured by a cluster of comets that were moving across the sky. There was such beauty and grace in their movement, as though they were being directed by a choreographer, and then it dawned on me; they were. God himself was directing their every move, and as they allowed him to lead they were a mesmerizing delight to behold.
Suddenly a humbling thought occurred, do I allow God to direct my steps, or do I step on his feet and fumble around trying to make things work on my own? Do I leave beauty and the aroma of Christ behind or is it some awkward ugliness with a less than pleasing scent? If I am operating in my own strength then I know that the latter is true. When I see the fruit of allowing God to be in control, why do I choose my own chaotic rhythm instead of his perfect dance. I pray that each day I will trust the choreographer more.
As we sat there contemplating the greatness of God, I was captured by a cluster of comets that were moving across the sky. There was such beauty and grace in their movement, as though they were being directed by a choreographer, and then it dawned on me; they were. God himself was directing their every move, and as they allowed him to lead they were a mesmerizing delight to behold.
Suddenly a humbling thought occurred, do I allow God to direct my steps, or do I step on his feet and fumble around trying to make things work on my own? Do I leave beauty and the aroma of Christ behind or is it some awkward ugliness with a less than pleasing scent? If I am operating in my own strength then I know that the latter is true. When I see the fruit of allowing God to be in control, why do I choose my own chaotic rhythm instead of his perfect dance. I pray that each day I will trust the choreographer more.
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