I had a lot of big dreams going into this semester and I haven’t done anything about most of them. It doesn’t look like I will anytime soon. There are just too many distractions in my life. They aren’t the bad type of distractions, just the little things that I should do that get in the way of the big things that I want to do.
There’s a story in Luke 8 where Jesus is going to heal a little girl who is dying. He’s walking through a big crowd of people and then immediately stops and asks the most ridiculous question. “Who touched me?” You hear the exasperation in Peter’s response. “Seriously? This little girl is dying and you’re going to stop because someone touched you?” But Jesus said it again. “Someone touched me.” A woman who had been sick for twelve years had touched Him and had been healed by her faith. Jesus stops and wants to hear the woman’s story. He welcomes the distraction.
Dreams are what I’ll talk about on a date if I’m trying to impress her. Dreams look good on a piece of paper taped above the mirror in my dorm room. Dreams are what keep my mind occupied in that impossibly boring History of Texas class at 12:30 on Tuesdays and Thursdays. Dreams are sexy.
But God wants me to worship Him in the little things. He wants me to see the distractions as blessings and opportunities. He wants me to lay all of my days and all of my dreams at His feet and say “Your will be done.”
My dreams are still up on the mirror. I’ll probably still talk about them if I ever get a date and I still have every hope and intention of accomplishing them. But today is full of distractions that put my dreams on hold in the most humbling and glorious way.
God wants all of us today. Welcome the distractions. Worship in the distractions.
Here was my distraction the other night. My new friends in Penland are making it tough to study around here in the BEST possible way.