God: Provider and Defender
If I dialed Heaven, and God picked up the phone and answered it, what would I say? How would I talk to Him?
Would I . . .
- Talk to Him like I did to my parents when I needed to ask for money?
- Talk like I did to my parents when I just needed to hear their voice and be reassured everything was okay because they were still there?
- Talk like I did to my parents when I was a mess or had messed-up and hoped– knew, they’d love me still and take care of me?
- Talk to Him like I did to my dad when I wanted him to tell me what to do? And tell me I was strong, capable, and could handle this thing.
- Would I call seeking support, approval, or validation? Permission?
- Would I confess all my shortcomings, bad habits, and self-indulgences, hoping God would bring them all to an end…now? And also hope that those who had been harmed or impacted by any of these would forgive me too.
- I can’t imagine telling Him I don’t have enough “stuff ” and ask Him to give me more.
- When would my thank-you’s enter into the conversation?
- At what point would I talk to Him about the needs of others? Those others I know, and those I don’t.
- Would I read Him a list of aches, pains, disappointments, sorrows, failures, and hurts, hoping he’d heal or fix them all. . . now?
- Would I ask Him to remove my fears and concerns?
If there were a phone in Heaven, I wouldn’t blame God for ignoring the constant ringing. Just like I try to ignore or avoid all the troubling or overwhelming things in my life. Thus the reason for my phone calls in the first place. But I’m not God.
If I dialed Heaven and God answered, I hope I would say, “Hello, God, it’s me…again. Thank you for taking my call. I’m ready to listen.”
(Jeremiah 29: 11-12 NAS)