Girl asked me today, "Do you know who is with you all the time, no matter what?"
And I responded, "You mean God?"
And--not wanting to wax theosophical at this particular moment--she said, "No, I mean your hand puppet."
True dat.
This morning I missed most of the sermon in church because Boy has been teething (his two-year molars, actually) and he was not letting me slip out of the nursery. But I did catch the pastor going through some thing about an offense that he had done someone and when he was asking God to help him deal with it, he was led down this sort of spiritual rabbit hole whereby he traced the depths of his particular offense to the roots of its origin (like back to Entitlement and then further back to Pride). I would go so far as to say that almost every--if not every--thing that is wrong with me and ultimately my life can be traced back to a lack of Theosophy. If I am prideful, I fail to understand just how enormous God is. If I am stubborn, I fail to understand just how in control God is. If I want a new house, I fail to understand just how loving and gracious God is (among other things). Truly knowing God as He is would, after all, predicate faith in God, wouldn't it? And yet, our complete lack of understanding and inability to keep our knowledge and compose it into one melodious whole leaves us with broken fragments of what it would take to help us live a life completely dependent upon and glorifying to God. But--as this argument must come back onto itself--complaining that I can not know fully is a failure to understand that God is wholly good and wholly powerful and wholly gracious and wholly holy (and that He completely knows and understands and orchestrates the conditions of our own very human need for faith without absolute persuasion). However, it does lead me to believe that there is a measure of faith to be attained through a life devoted to knowing God more. Ispo facto, actually read your Bible and meditate, idiot!
What else is there, really?
Good night and good riddance, perhaps.
About Me
- bitter poet
- I have a 6-yr-old, a 3-year-old, have been married 9 years. A smallish, oldish house. Addicted to bright colour, organization, and a stubborn streak. Enjoy sunshine and wind, ethnic cuisine, and pleasant smells (which dooms the oldish house). Am studying yoga and want to learn sea kayaking and get a tattoo. Adore traveling. A midwesterner in the south. Educated. Christian, painter, writer, editor, housekeeper, foodie, cook, volunteer.
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