The wonderful thing about God is that, while I was “too busy” for Him, He never gave up on me. God was still there watching over me and waiting for me to share my day with Him.
One sermon illustration I heard made me think of this long ago time in my life:
One day an elderly couple was traveling in their car, each one in position with the husband at the wheel and the wife in the passenger seat. The lady quipped to her husband, “Remember, dear, when we were younger how we used to sit so close to one another as we drove around from place to place. There was barely room for breathing.” The elderly man took his eyes off the road for just a second and gave her a smile. With a twinkle in his eye, he gave his tender reply.
“Well, dear, I haven’t moved.”
What about you, dear Reader? Are you still over there in the passenger seat? I moved back at age twenty and have enjoyed that closeness for nearly all of the forty-plus years that followed. There was a period of “bad company corrupts good morals” that lasted for seven months in my mid-twenties. Once those wild oats had been sown, I found I still had to carefully guard against letting the hectic pace of adult life rob me of my child-like times with Father God. It is not really enough to just remember Him at bedtime; or, when we are in crisis. He wants to share all of our day!
**** Sorry, this is late, the internet didn’t work yesterday.