The days that I least expect it I feel like God shows up the most. This past Sunday I was teaching children’s church, which is always an adventure, but I could not help but feel left out of what was being said in church. It was one of those Sundays where I just really needed a sermon. I needed to be filled up because I was running low and frankly grasping at straws. I knew because of the voting of the new pastor that the service would go longer, so my prayers on the way to church was for GOD to bring calm, patient children to my class. My prayer was answered and the children were great. I conveniently was teaching them about trusting GOD on this very day that I was struggling the most with trusting GOD’s Will. (Numbers 13:1- 14:38) We had completed our lesson, our activities, and our snack when I heard the applause from the gym acknowledging that church was almost over, so I let the children play. It was about half and half of drawing pictures and playing with toys. As I sat at the small kids table I began to speak to a little boy who was drawing a picture with the brightest yellow and the darkest, most lush, green marker I had ever seen. He began to tell me that he was drawing a picture of heaven. He said that he did not always understand heaven, but that he dreamed about it and now he believed and understood. Fascinated by the winding yellow road on his paper, I kept asking questions, hoping he would tell me more. He explained to me about angels and what they looked like, describing their wings as massive and wonderful. He told me about the immaculate gold streets and smiled the cutest toothless smile as he talked about the greenest grass he had ever seen, in his dream. His smile made my heart skip a beat and at that moment I knew God had put me in this place, in this time for a reason. He had shown up, in the midst, of my jealously and guided me right back to where I needed to be looking.
The chatting I have been hearing the past few weeks around the church is all about getting ready the change in leadership. I believe that for good reason everyone is a little frightened of the unknown considering we have had the same church leadership for many happy years now. On this day that I wished so much I was in with the adults tending to the business of the church, God showed me that the church is just a building. It felt like he turned me a good 90 degrees and said, “go this way… I’m over here.” In the midst, of the change we can’t lose sight of what is really important. Our four walls are not it and that image of heaven we all have in our minds is not being held up with bricks and mortar. The path and the way we should be looking is toward Jesus, no matter who stands in front of us teaching on a Sunday. It took the innocence of a child to show me that what was going on in the other room was not significant at all compared to wonders of heavens that GOD has prepared for us. So, I need to adjust my focus back to HIM and HIS glory.
As Sunday came and went Monday morning reared its ugly head. My son and I sat at the kitchen table doing our Bible time and reading out of the book of John in our pajamas, before starting his homeschool. We were reading about how Nicodemus came to Jesus and was asking him questions about being born again. (John 3) You would think that this would be easy to explain, but I found myself having a hard time with it. As I explained about being reborn in spirit we started talking about being close to GOD. Somehow the words, “it’s simple, just pray and read your Bible, that is how you stay close to GOD,” just came out of me. It was like someone else was talking because just yesterday my soul was grasping so hard to feel feed, as I drove to church; I could not believe I was saying this just 24 hours later. I stopped talking, and sat in silence, just thinking of that child’s picture of heaven from yesterday with the bright yellow, winding road and the thick green grass. I silently thanked GOD in that moment, at my kitchen table for putting me in children’s church, so GOD could touch me with this reborn spirit he speaks about to Nicodemus. (John 3) Sometimes we put too much emphasis on earthly things that do not matter, that we forget about the wonders awaiting us through Jesus. Even in change, we must keep looking at what is important. Its more crucial where our focus is, rather than who is speaking in front of us. The brick and mortar of the church will crumble on this earth, just as our bones will turn to dust one day, but eternal life is waiting with more than we can imagine. Our focus should always be that picture of heaven in our minds with Jesus leading our path to the Father. Our only purpose is to point more people towards HIS abundant peace. GOD will always show up when we need HIM, in HIS own way and HIS own time. We must trust that HE will always point us home and sometimes HE even shows us pictures of heaven while HE is doing it.