Tuesday, January 11, 2011

If God is so big, then why do we make Him so small?

Why do we make God, who is so much bigger than we could ever think or imagine, so small? I was talking to some friends a while back about the need to find a place to live closer to work. I was really down about not finding exactly what I wanted, in the area and time frame I wanted it. My friend stopped me in the midst of my 'woe is me' and asked me how big God is. I was taken back a little with the question. I mean, here I was trying to find a solution to the problem and she wants to know how big God is. 

My reply, “well, He’s big, infinite, all powerful, all knowing, ever present and everything.” Her reply to me was, "then why do you keep making Him so small? You are talking like He can’t handle your simple request for a place to live. Let Him do what He will. Pray big because His is big. Pray believing He can and will work things to His glory.”

Ouch. The truth hurts, doesn't it? The phrase "His glory" stuck with me for a time. I realized that I was not actually praying and asking God for His help, but making demands of what I wanted, when, where, and how I wanted it. I never really asked what God wanted. On top of that, I didn't wait for an answer of any kind, but instead tried to make everything happen in my own strength. I was frustrated because I couldn't make things happen. I had made God so small that I didn't think the task possible for Him either.

I definitely spent some time in prayer asking the Lord's forgiveness for making the entire ordeal all about me and what I wanted. I also had to spend a lot of time getting my size issue back in perspective. God is huge and power and deserves my respect and devotion. I'm the small fry here, not God. Turns out, once I took ‘me’ out of the picture and started praying for God's will and direction that He had a totally different plan for me. I don't have all the details, but I know I'm to stay put and wait for His answer and not mine. 

Just a Thought....

Just a thought that came to me while fixing scrambled eggs for lunch a few weeks back:)

Our humanity: There are often split seconds in life when we think we've got it all together. I'm living the life God's given me, waking up and spending time with Him, doing what He's given me to do, and now I'm fixing hot tea and scrambled eggs for lunch. Life isn't perfect, but it's under control. Then out of nowhere, reality crashes into me and the egg I just cracked open spews yoke onto my clothes and egg shell shatters into the bowl. Oh good grief!

His Grace - God smiles at us constantly. I'm sure He was laughing in delight while I went through my morning and early afternoon routine. But then He got concerned as He watched the path of my thoughts turn to self sufficiency. When the egg splattered, He wasn't surprised, but He did take pity. He reminded me that I can't do all things without Him. He then lovingly allowed me to pour the beaten eggs into the frying pan and take notice that the egg shell pieces I had missed had unusually stayed behind in the bowl.

Humility and Thanks - What a lesson. We can't do it on our own and we're not supposed to. When we try, things get messy. Praise God that He cares for us enough to help clean up the spills and re-direct us back into His capable hands. He could have let me eat the egg shell, but He wanted to show me how much He does care over every single aspect of life and so He removed that shell and blessed the food that He prepared.