We sat in safari chairs under acacia trees at the base of Mount Kilimanjaro as he read,
"Hear my cry, O God, listen to my prayer; from the end of the earth I call to you when my heart is faint.
Lead me to the rock that is higher than I, for you have been my refuge, a strong tower against the enemy.
from the Rock ---- i won't over-spiritualize --- foolishly saying, "Ah, see that cheetah has killed a gazelle and therefore I believe God is saying... blah... blah... blah." As though, there were some deep spiritual meaning in the fact that instinctively cheetahs eat gazelles.
Each event is not to become a force-feeding of the divine.
It troubled me deeply to think of over-spiritualizing life around me. So i sat with God and asked for help.
Then as i prayed through the matter, what began to trouble me much more, was the thought of missing God in the millions of gifts He gives. Imagine standing before Him someday (we all will before we step into eternity), and having no awareness of the endless daily gifts He had offered. All the whispered goodnesses, all the tender treasures.... missed. To realize all those God-moments had been overlooked and consequently all the THANK YOUs were never spoken. Makes me shiver at the thought.
So, i've firmly decided, may i be found in the clan of kids always looking for the movements (the real movements) of my Daddy-God! And may i be drawn to them ---- not frightened by them. May i scoot my chair closer --- not shrink back. May i shrug off the negative glances from those "too cool" to humbly seek and see His face. May i be the tiny goby fish that swims with abandonment in my Father's ocean and thank Him, thank Him, thank Him at every gulp of His goodness.
Elephants roam about in the low-lands all day, but when night approaches, they head for higher ground.
Giraffes do the same.
Elephants are the strongest ----- giraffes are the tallest.
But they know neither their strength nor their sight will keep them safe from harm.
Our refuge is found on higher ground. Our safe hiding place is found above the low-lands.
We have a Father who not only made the "Rock" but is also willing to lead us to it.
He WILL lead us to the high place, where we can dwell in His tent and rest under His wing.
But we've got to be willing to listen, watch, see Him and obey.
No overspiritualing allowed ------- but seeing Him in all His daily gifts ---- yes, i'll have a double portion of that please.
...and at the end of my days, if the words are spoken over me, "she just talked about God too much...", then i'll just have to grin... and bear it... all the way HOME. :)
©2014 Donna Taylor/Reaching for the Robe