“Some of His (God’s) choicest deliveries come through the back doors of our lives.”
~ Charles Swindoll, 3 Steps Forward, 2 Steps Back
“The important thing is that we give ourselves time and space to enjoy the friendship of God.”
~ M. Basil Pennington, OCSO
My faith-walk with God has been long, labyrinthine, and ultimately the most intimate and rewarding relationship of my life. When I was very young I viewed Him as a distant, fearsome personage…which served to keep my behavior in strict line. Later, I would understand what it meant for Him to be Lord of my life, and my Heavenly Father. It was many years before “we” developed a friendship…adding another layer and aspect to our multi-faceted communion.
“Friend” sounds rather casual to some…but throughout the Bible are examples of people who were considered “friends of God”; those with whom God shared the secrets of His heart, and His plans. To me, being friends with God means we enjoy each other’s company, a companionship nonpareil. I consciously acknowledge the Presence of God as I go about daily activities; He’s included in what I’m doing, regardless how mundane.
I suppose it helps that I live alone…I can truthfully say that at least part of the time, I’m not talking to myself—I’m conversing with God🙂
There is no disrespect intended, nor disregard for His holiness—if anyone may suggest I’m “bringing God down to my level”. It is undisputed that He occupies His Sovereign Throne in Heaven as King of kings; and yet He walks among His children on Earth because it’s His heart’s desire to have real relationships with human beings…He’s not the King of robots.
He longs for conversation, as we do…not staid prayers in King James’ English, but ordinary talk. Not merely a ‘to-do’ list from Him, exchanged with my itemized ‘wants and needs’; instead, the kind of comfortable (and comforting) chats had with best friends or siblings…which happens naturally as we make time to get to know Him.
As far as Mr Swindoll’s quote about God’s choicest deliveries, it’s been decades since I read his book and I don’t recall the context—but I saved the quote in my box, so it made an impact. Looking back to when I was growing up, we lived in a small town neighborhood where people’s relationship status was measured by which door they knocked on when they visited. The front door was the more “formal” entrance, it led into the living room which was generally kept tidy for company we needed to impress.
The back door was off the kitchen…if you were a friend or neighbor, that’s where you came in, sat down for coffee or a cool drink, and chatted amid the messy busyness of family life.
I like to think God would make His deliveries at my back door…if I had one (my apartment has single entrance). I prefer to discard legalistic ritual and unnecessary formality, when appropriate, in favor of being completely at ease with Him…whether or not there are dishes in my sink, and dust for eye to see.
My hope is that everyone would know God as I do—the Almighty, Powerfully Able to do the seemingly impossible in our lives; Merciful and Just; Healer, Restorer; Provider and Provision; Protector; the Father who loves everlastingly, unconditionally…and boon companion, Friend♥
May He bless you in “good measure, pressed down, and shaken together, and running over” (Luke 6:38).
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