Friendship is a weird thing, isn’t it?
You meet someone new, chat to them for a while and, unless they’ve got an instantly fascinating life story (they’re an arctic explorer, their dad is King of some remote island nation, they grew up on the International Space Station…), after half an hour or so you feel like you know pretty much all there is of value to know about them.
Unless you click, of course, then the conversation can go on for hours. And at the end of it you exchange phone numbers so you can keep chatting.
As one of my best friends pointed out today, the more time you spend talking to someone you love, the more you can think of that you want to say, and the more you want to hear what they have to say.
I know this. I’ve seen and experienced it many times. I love to sit in a room with friends and just chat, let the conversation roll around, roaming where it will, just enjoying finding out what each other has to say.
So my question for the day is, why am I not like that with God? Why do I think that one quick chat with him once in a while – though great and wonderful at the time – is going to see me through the next few days or weeks?
I still have a ‘quiet time’ of sorts, but it’s often a more academic, disciplined exercise than a meeting of hearts and minds with my creator. ‘He talked to me yesterday’, I reason, irrationally, ‘He won’t have anything more to say today…’
Silly girl…
Picture Credit: ‘ Just chit chatting’ by Ivan Makarov (Creative Commons)
on Mar 6th at 8:39 pm
Every day chatting about ordinary stuff can form an extraordinary friendship. We have a completely extraordinary God who too loves our every day chats with Him about ordinary stuff. He even tells us to delight ourselves in him. Win win!
on Mar 6th at 9:05 pm
Yes, it’s amazing, isn’t it? I still can’t quite get my head around the idea that the creator of the universe likes chatting about ordinary stuff to me. What a privilege!