I was out running errands yesterday when I got the following text from my eldest:
Tanner just puked.
About ten minutes later, I get another text:
Matthew just puked.
Now, this was not totally unexpected in our house. My eldest and I had had the virus earlier in the week. We thought it had missed the others...obviously not.
After praising God for a son who can deal with vomit and for other kids who have pretty good toilet aim, I finished my shopping and headed home.
At each stop light on the way home, I started the texting brigade to deal with the fallout of this situation.
There were plans to change, rides to set up, prayers to solicit.
But, praise God, by the time I got home, all was prepared and a busy Sunday could continue, minus the puking part of the Wright family.
Texting often gets a bad rap. I have heard people say it is not a replacement for face-to-face communication. I agree with that whole-heartedly.
In this situation, though, a microburst of information to different people had to go out, and I made wise use of my time at stop lights to take care of the details of things.
In my opinion, this situation was quicker and easier to deal with for all the parties involved by having the technology and using it to my advantage.
Our communication with God is just the same.
God understands our "hail mary" prayers, and I think honors them. When the going gets tough, the tough go to their knees, mentally if not physically.
But that does not substitute for quiet time with God, listening for His small, still voice. That is often hard to do in our busy-busy-hurry-hurry world.
The how is not the important part, nor the where. As a busy mom, I have kept a devotion book in my bathroom for years. Sometimes the only alone time I have is a few minutes behind closed, locked doors while I take care of other matters.
Nowadays, for me, that time usually comes during my daily walks around our neighborhood. Some days, I raise my hands in praise, some days I have tears streaming down my face. Some days, I do most of the talking; some days, all I do is listen. But either way, it is quality time, alone with the One I love the most.
This past week, while battling the aforementioned virus, I had a hard time walking...anywhere. I was weak as a kitten. Because I am a creature of habit, my alone time with God suffered. My fault. I should have used that time in bed more wisely, but, alas, I did not.
Add no worship service this morning for me due to sick boys, and I am feeling a bit alone. It happens that quickly. So, it is time to pray, time to get away for a few moments. This blog is my admission to you, myself...and God...that I need to get back closer with Him...right away.
Praying for quality time with our Lord for you and for me!
Taste and see that the Lord is good; blessed is the one who takes refuge in him. - Psalm 34:8