Isn't my nephew cute!! :D
"Greater love has no one than this, that someone lay down his life for his friends." ~John 15:13
Tonight after work, my boss was counting how much money was made and everything and came to find that we were short $200 from what was calculated. It didn’t really affect me much, but I know that it affected her a lot. I could sense the passive aggressiveness she was experiencing in that moment. The frustration. Yet shortly afterwards, a friend of mine had messaged me on Facebook from news/updates of tonight. The news seen through my eyes as I stared at the same message she sent me over and over left me in unbelievable shock. My youth pastor is leaving. Tonight was like my boss’ night. I lost $200, or at least the feelings of sadness that come along when you lose something of dear value. What am I saying? It’s not even something as minimal as losing $200. It’s so much more.
God doesn’t talk to me in an audible voice because God isn’t a human; He’s God. That makes sense to me because human beings are limited and God isn’t limited at all. He can communicate to us in any way He wants to anytime he wants to. Through flowers, other people, an uncomfortable sense, a feeling of joy, goose bumps, a newfound talent, or an appreciation we acquire over time. It doesn’t need to be a big mystical thing.
I haven’t seen a combination of tree limbs that looked like John the Baptist or a cloud formation resembling Jesus. Honestly, they look just like branches and clouds to me. But I do see the beauty in them and the beauty that’s everywhere, that God made for me and you. I especially see evidence of God in other people’s lives. What’s beautiful about them always looks an awful lot like God to me. I wonder if the people listening for voices or looking for cloud shapes miss the whisper of God’s creation, somehow thinking it’s a lesser form of communication, like a text message rather than a whole book on tape.
It could just be me, but in all of this and despite what feels like a handicap at times, I can almost read His lips inaudibly saying to me, “I love you this much.”
Scott Klusendorf (via prolifeapologist)