Waiting...

Sometimes we live life expecting. What? I have no clue. It's as if there's always something to be done. Something to achieve before life can really start. I seem to have that feeling at the moment.What am I waiting for? I don't know. But it's as if there's something holding me back from living freely. I feel as if there's something to be done but really there's not.

But there are other things we can wait for. Nothing to do with our actions and achievements, but for others. It's as if our lives get held back by the thoughts and actions of others, be it friends, family, enemies or celebrities even. We can get obsessed with others lives and restrict ourselves, not allowing ourselves to live fully while there's some problem/issue with others. Why? I'm not sure. Is it due to us being over compassionate? Too caring for others so that it becomes plain obsessive? Or is it other emotional attachments? Good or bad. Maybe we find our lives uninteresting so we end up looking at other people to see how life should be lived. Maybe we find ourselves caring too much about what others think of us.

Whatever it is that keeps us waiting it doesn't seem to be helpful. I'm a bit frustrated with myself knowing that I seem to attach myself to things that "need" to be done or other people's thoughts about me. But really how can our lives be lived fully if we are constantly trying to check things off? What's the point? Instead we should be living without worry and too much thought about others or the future.

Matthew 6:25-34 "²⁵ “Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or drink; or about your body, what you will wear. Is not life more than food, and the body more than clothes? ²⁶ Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they? ²⁷ Can any one of you by worrying add a single hour to your life^[e]?
   ²⁸ “And why do you worry about clothes? See how the flowers of the field grow. They do not labor or spin. ²⁹ Yet I tell you that not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these. ³⁰ If that is how God clothes the grass of the field, which is here today and tomorrow is thrown into the fire, will he not much more clothe you—you of little faith? ³¹ So do not worry, saying, ‘What shall we eat?’ or ‘What shall we drink?’ or ‘What shall we wear?’ ³² For the pagans run after all these things, and your heavenly Father knows that you need them. ³³ But seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well. ³⁴ Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own."


God grants us full life. Worry not. Wait not.

Thunder and Lightning aren't so frightening (comparitively speaking)

Last night was crazy. Heavy rain and thunderstorms rocked our house. The humidity made it near impossible to sleep so I sat up and decided to watch the light show from my window. From about 11:20 the lightning flashed and I counted the seconds between the flash and the boom trying to judge the distance of the middle of the storm. At first it was the occasional bright flash in the distance with about 20 seconds between that and the thunder clap but as I sat and watched the storm drew nearer.

It was at 11:42 that I was truly in awe of the lightning. The sky lit up and in that split-second I could make out the deep dark blue of the sky against the white clouds. The nearby trees shone in a bright deep green. And only a couple of seconds after that the loudest yet of all the thunder claps blast past my ears. The sound grew over a couple of seconds and then it cut out leaving only the sound of heavy rain on the pergola outside. The sense I got of pure power enthralled me. This was nature unleashing itself, on us. And who were we to stop it?

Yes we had shelter and nice beds to cuddle up in, but the storm was still happening. The storm had the power in this situation, to fight it head on would be something only a madman would do. The power the storm held was something we couldn’t harness and use, it was raw and ruthless. So I sat and thought. I believe in God and have been a Christian for a reasonable time now but I only really started to grasp something last night. I believe my God is all-powerful, more powerful than anything I can imagine. More powerful than the storm I witnessed last night. And it hit me, if I’m in awe of a storm which is nothing compared to God, then I should be so much more in awe of the God that I worship.

It’s not often that we see God’s full power at work, but last night showed me a glimpse of it. And it was awesome.