Forget-me-not

     Earlier this spring I started over in my Bible reading with Genesis, which I love.  But now I'm mired down in the end of Exodus, wading in some despair through laws about priestly garments and tabernacle furniture.  Normally I wouldn't think twice about this. I'd analyze symbolic meanings, have mental aha's and go on with my cerebral day.  However, as part of my Freedom Session assignments (see entry called Flavors of Denial) I'm having to let myself feel, not just think.  So I pull out my feeling side with God and tell Him," Just when I want a comforting story or kind words I get this!  More brain stuff!"

     This morning when I dutifully read Exodus 28 I suddenly noticed the last verse like a forget-me-not saying,"..that I might dwell among them."  It made me think of Brad Jersak's book Can You Hear Me?. He writes about people becoming aware of God's nearness, not just vaguely but in very specific, almost humorous ways. Like on the sofa next them or standing in that corner of the room leaning against some furniture.

     Today I needed know that God is dwelling in the midst of my life.  Right in my family.  Right between me and my soul stuff and my husband and my kids and their soul stuff. He's actually in the house with us and with me when I have a day home alone. That's what the holy garments and furniture in Exodus boil down to.  When I feel desolate and lacking a kindred spirit God is close by, listening to me, loving me.  Most of the time I don't actually feel like He is.  I'd like to more often.