Two days ago I set the alarm clock earlier because I’ve been wanting to have more time in the morning alone with God. Alarm went off, I jumped out of bed… and hit the “off” button, and snooooozed back to sleep.
It is vain for you to rise up early,
To retire late,
To eat the bread of painful labors;
For He gives His beloved sleep (or: even in their sleep). (Psalms 127:2)
So I had this dream between then and when I got up for good…
I am in this room, with little children running all around me. Most carry plates of food in their hands. Each different. As I watch, the kids sporadically stop, eat pecks from their plates, and then madly switch entrees with their peers.
I start getting that feeling.. that feeling which urges one to “take control” of the situation. You know: be the grown-up. The sensible and mature person. The one who brings order to the chaos.
So I intervene. ::Grab a plate from the closest kid’s hands:: Although he doesn’t seem alarmed by my intrusion, he also makes no effort to stop his taste-testing. I try this several times… but only succeed in spilling food all over the floor.
My good intentions bring only a big mess. I finally see this, and reluctantly restrain myself.
(I get the same feeling which sometimes comes over me when watching a kid play a board game using his own “custom” rules. The little voice whispers: “does it really matter what the rules are, just so we have fun???”)
In this case of the food, the thought comes, “I don’t have the gifting/authority to do (organize) this!”
Then I wake up.
At that time the disciples came to Jesus, saying, “Who then is greatest in the kingdom of heaven?”
Then Jesus called a little child to Him, set him in the midst of them, and said, “Assuredly, I say to you, unless you are converted and become as little children, you will by no means enter the kingdom of heaven. Therefore whoever humbles himself as this little child is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven. Whoever receives one little child like this in My name receives Me. (Matthew 18:1–5)
Unless you are converted, and become like children…
Two days ago I set the alarm clock earlier because I’ve been wanting to have more time in the morning alone with God. Alarm went off, I jumped out of bed… and hit the “off” button, and snooooozed back to sleep.
So I had this dream between then and when I got up for good…
I am in this room, with little children running all around me. Most carry plates of food in their hands. Each different. As I watch, the kids sporadically stop, eat pecks from their plates, and then madly switch entrees with their peers.
I start getting that feeling.. that feeling which urges one to “take control” of the situation. You know: be the grown-up. The sensible and mature person. The one who brings order to the chaos.
So I intervene. ::Grab a plate from the closest kid’s hands:: Although he doesn’t seem alarmed by my intrusion, he also makes no effort to stop his taste-testing. I try this several times… but only succeed in spilling food all over the floor.
My good intentions bring only a big mess. I finally see this, and reluctantly restrain myself.
In this case of the food, the thought comes, “I don’t have the gifting/authority to do (organize) this!”
Then I wake up.
At that time the disciples came to Jesus, saying, “Who then is greatest in the kingdom of heaven?”
Then Jesus called a little child to Him, set him in the midst of them, and said, “Assuredly, I say to you, unless you are converted and become as little children, you will by no means enter the kingdom of heaven. Therefore whoever humbles himself as this little child is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven. Whoever receives one little child like this in My name receives Me. (Matthew 18:1–5)