Intro:
Passing thoughts are often a way in which God speaks to us, draws our attention to Him, and teaches us something of Himself. If we know to look, throughout each day, the Lord reveals Himself to us, and divine wisdom flits through our minds in a passing thought. That is what I want to share here: passing thoughts that were whispers from above. How often will these appear? No promises… Time is at a premium, and some days, I manage it better than others. But a passing thought is precisely that, a moment with Christ that immediately moves on to the next moment. As I am able, I will jot them down and share them with you, in hopes that some of God’s whispers to me will be meaningful to you, as well.
O God, You are my God; earnestly I seek You; my soul thirsts for You; my flesh faints for You, as in a dry and weary land where there is no water. Psalm 63:1
Eagerly, I offered to babysit for a young woman I know, so she and her husband could have a short evening out. Not a long evening, just a quick reprieve from the world of parenting… The baby woke up. I couldn’t tell if the baby was really upset or just fussing, since I didn’t know her well enough to discern which cry was serious and which was not. Turns out, this cry definitely was not, at least for a while. I walked the baby. I rocked the baby. I put the baby in the swing. I lay the baby beneath the mobile. She was hilarious! She’d cry really hard, then look around to see if her mother was coming. When she didn’t see her mother, she’d turn around and look at me as if she couldn’t believe I was still there. I could almost see her thinking, “what are you doing here, and why can’t you go get my mother?” Then, she’d cry a little, fuss a little, and look around some more. Nothing I did would satisfy her.
How often do we thirst for our Father, earnestly seek Him as the answer to all that we need? How often do we let our souls thirst for God, or our bodies become weary with longing for Him? That infant knew who she needed. Oh, if only we were as clear about our need for our Father in Heaven…