What more can I want?

God is funny.  I know that HIs ways are above my ways and His thoughts are above my thoughts.  I get it.  But today…yeah.

I went to church, and I was completely uncomfortable.  Just not in the rhythm of things, not in the groove.  I suspect that because I am spending so much time at work, that is becoming my definition of “normal.”  So, when I attempt to impose part of my 9-5 rhythm on Sundays, it doesn’t work.  That is not to say that one is good and the other bad, or one better than the other.  They are just different.

Have you ever read Hinds Feet on High Places?  Every once in a while I have a Much-Afraid moment.  She meets the Shepherd and He puts a thorn in her heart.  The prick of the thorn hurts.  The thorn grows into a flower which eventually gets removed from her heart.  (That is the skewed, Cliff’s Notes version of what happens.)  I had a heart prick this morning. 

We were worshipping God this morning, and I heard Pastor John worshipping God with everything inside of him.  Then I heard God say, “Deneen, he loves God with all of his heart.  What more can you want in a pastor?”  I started to cry.  God has never spoken so clearly to me about one of my pastors. 

So, I recognize, once again, what a blessed woman I am.  I have a job I love, a church I love, a family I love.  What more can I want, at this momentary snapshot in my life?

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