Monday, August 10, 2009
What's the Most Portant Thing?
"Nonnie, what's the most portant thing to you?" "You're the most important," I replied to my granddaughter. She wasn't convinced. She said, "No, what's the most portant thing?" I repeated my answer. With a perplexed look on her face, she asked, "Is it your clock?" Clock? I thought. More valuable than my darling girl. My life. My heart. No way! Then she said, "The clock that I broke. Is that the most portant?" Oh! That clock. Suddenly, I remembered. Several weeks ago, she took the face off of a small clock that was on the coffee table and proudly showed me what she had done. I scolded her. Harshly. Over a cheap clock. I had forgotten the incident. But she. Had not. Obviously, I had to explain. Apologize. Reassure her. With love. And lots and lots of hugs. That nothing. No one. Would ever or could ever be more portant than she. Well, my darling girl wasn't the only one who questioned me about my priorities last week. God had a little chat with me as well. He talked to me so softly. So sweetly. I'd like to share with you the verse that He used to get my attention. It's from Colossians 3:16. "Let the message about Christ in all its richness, fill your lives." Mmm. I began to think about the things that I've been filling my life with lately. Have I filled my life with Christ's message? And the richness of His message. Or, something else? Oops! The answer is something else. I've been filling my life with blogging. Too much blogging. Too much visiting other blogs. Commenting. Trying to build my blog. And way, way too much preoccupation with my blog during my time with Him. When I should have been focusing on Him. And listening to His voice. Reading His word. Instead, all I could hear was my own voice saying things like: Give me something to write about. I can't concentrate on You right now. I need. Want. To go work on my blog. I don't have time to write in my journal. Not a pretty picture, is it? Are you disappointed in me? It's ok if you are. You know, blogging isn't a bad thing. In fact, it's a good thing when we keep the right perspective about it. I just got mixed up about what's really important. But our loving God. So gently. So tenderly. Spoke to my heart. He showed me that I had put something above Him. And putting something. Anything at all above God is sin. I knew that I had sinned. And because He loves me--and you--with an everlasting love, He led me to repent of my sin. To turn away from this sin. And to turn toward His loving arms. He didn't kick me out of the family because I sinned. He just wants to be where He belongs. In my heart. The most portant in my heart. So that He can fill my heart. My life. With the message about His Son. Jesus Christ. The One and Only. Who died for me. And for you. I'm so glad that He loves us like that. Aren't you? Sweet dreams, Deb