“Are you a scientist? Cause I don’t understand a word your sayin’!” A splash of shock, mixed with shot of pride made my bug eyed cocktail. “Where’d ya get that one Jake?”
“I dunno, just made it up myself.”
Self: don’t let on to the pride that you’re experiencing from Jake’s smooth smack-talkin’…it’ll only encourage it.
This may sound odd, but I’ve treated God the same way, like He’d never understand the words coming from my mouth. But He created both me and my mouth so that theory gets the big ka-bosh.
I recently had a conversation where the person was talking about what a common theme in almost everyone’s life is, that they don’t quite seem to get “it”. He explained “it” this way, (in a crazy Jersey girl translation), “Professional athletes hop from bed to bed looking for “it”…addicts try to fill “it” with drugs, food, alcohol, people pleasing, unbalanced ministry, sex, shopping…spouses demand “it” from their other half…”
What’s “it”?
Intimacy. Not just any intimacy. Intimacy with God. He went on to explain that we all have a longing inside us…yet we fill it up with all the wrong “stuff”. I could so relate. I’ve tried filling “it” up with statuses, relationships, food, shopping, sex, and cigarettes and if not on guard, I’ll fill up on “it” – whatever the fake “it” is.
The fake “it” for me today is food. I find that when I eat for reasons other than nutrition, I’m left hungry…still longing for “it”. I see the pattern now. On the days that I seem to run from my private time(s), and just fill up on stuff, food, and the world, I still have that inner nagging of “not enough”…because I didn’t take the time to meet with the One that I’ve come to know as “More Than Enough”. Pardon the analogy, but God’s like fiber…filling, satisfying and sticks to your bones.
Never once have I heard, felt or experienced God react with the confusion of, “Are you a scientist? Cause I don’t understand a word your sayin’!”
So I need to quit acting like it.
Intimacy with God is time with God. That’s it. Some call it, “private time” others call it, “meditation” while others call it, “their commute time”…it’s just time with God, filling up on Him. I eat more than once a day and without sounding like a lunatic, I have intimacy with God throughout the day. I ask Him questions. I thank Him for the help (whether not eating cake or shooting my mouth off). I ask Him for forgiveness (for eating two slices of the cake or for shooting my mouth off). I sing songs to Him in my sexy minivan. I pray with friends, my kids, my hubby and often times more than once. I also read a devotional. Sometimes I journal. What I’m saying here is that true intimacy doesn’t have a formula nor is there a check list – all it is a spending time and a continual commitment to a relationship.
That’s “it”.
Do you have “it”?
