(Wherein I am a little defensive and ever so slightly teenager-ish with Jesus)
The kids were in bed, the towels were folded and put away and the house was quiet. *Deep sigh* I was ready to spend time with God, so I popped in my earbuds and blasted some Kim Walker Smith. About fifteen minutes into my own personal jam session, Jesus tapped me on the shoulder.
Him: Hey Kiddo, what are you doing?
Me: (a little startled, taking out the earbuds) Oh, hey. I’m worshipping.
Him: Oh really?
Me: Yeah. (pointing to my IPod) See, worship.
Him: Worship is a response though, seems like you’re using it for an escape. And if you are worshiping me now, why does it feel like I’m interrupting you?
Me: What? I’m totally worshipping. I totally love you.
Him: Well then sit quietly with me for a while and let me give you something to respond to. I love that you enjoy worship, but blasting praise music in your ears is not a substitute for hearing my voice kiddo. It is a good way to start. It's a good way to reset your brain and to prepare yourself to hear my voice, but it is not a substitue. Nothing is. I love you. I want to spend time with you. That’s how relationships work. Let’s work on ours.
And then…
...well... And then we had a really sweet time. And for the hundredth time I tried to remember why I ever let myself get out of the habit of spending daily, intentional time with Somebody who just Loves me so much. It is oh so humbling, and I am oh so grateful that He continues to tap me on the shoulder anyway.
