Where’s Your Welcome Mat?
Sometimes I question where you are. Other times I have no doubt you’re right here next to me watching me messily eat my sandwich and stare out the window. I wonder how in a world full of people and problems, you have time for me.
My problems are minuscule compared to some others. People are going through a death in the family, cancer or illness of some sort, other people are being bombed and tortured in countries far away, and even in my own. How is it that my small problems get heard… do they get heard?
Just now I heard God say, “Only if you share them with me can I do anything about them. Only if you believe I can solve them can I do anything about them, and only if you let me can I do anything about them,”
He’s funny that way, always having wise things to say, dumbing them down to my own language so I can at least partially understand what he says. So, I guess I’ve got my answer to my question. HA.
My mind doesn’t stop there. It keeps on turning keeps on asking. How can He really hear them all… and aren’t some problems more important that others? Maybe He has a rating system, where the biggest problems are number 10s and it goes down from there all the way to one. Like when I want to make a green light and pray for it, does that just go at the bottom of the list? What about someone fighting for their life? That has to trump my green light problem right?
I’m not really sure how He does it… I guess if I was I wouldn’t be here right now. But, I can only assume that He deals with them in His own way, in His own time, and how He deems fit. I think He hears each one of our prayers, considers them and then replies and plans accordingly. Except I imagine it happens in less than a second or maybe it already has happened because he “knows the plans he has for you”… yeah, that’s way too much for me right now.
So, putting aside all the tiny details, the how, the what, the why. He hears us, sees us, knows us, and understands us better than we can understand ourselves. (Romans 8:27) I realize that is super simplified, but sometimes I need that. Sometimes complexity is just too much, sometimes it just takes a little faith… never heard that before, right?
I think something I want to do, especially when I am uncertain about God’s presence, is to simply ask him to come. To invite Him into this space I’m in, even if that is in the empty chair next to me in a cafè. To ask Him to be here, even though a piece of me knows He already is. I think like anyone else, He loves to be welcomed, invited, even though most of the time He invites himself…
I have a friend, one who is dear to my heart and who is a master at both inviting God, and uninviting him, as we all are even if we don’t realize. She once told me she asked God to give her a blue crayon. She has yet to get it but knows that He is capable of doing it. She invited Him to show Himself to her, it may not be in the exact way she asked for(yet), but she invited Him nonetheless.
God can do big things; but unless we ask for them, believe He can do them, and then let Him do it, then He never has the chance to be invited in to get it done. He’s not a small God, he’s capable of answering all of our prayers, of hearing them all, and so much more. So, I’m resting easy with that for now.
God, I invite you here.
God, can you give me a blue sports car? Just kidding. I mean that would be cool, but I don’t know that it works that way.
Now, to go dust off my welcome mat. Is your welcome mat set up outside of your heart?
Until next time,
(God, I pray for whoever reads this that You use these words for their good and for their needs specifically. And that anything I might have said that does not align with Your Word and beliefs that You change it so that it does.)