Monday, January 20, 2014

I dare you to linger

My son, the one with the tummy aches, and the needy arms,and the whining, whining, whining--he teaches me.

My son wants me.  He wants just me, not something I can do for him.   I’d rather draw him a picture, make him a tent, bake him 12 dozen cookies, but no. He wants me, there, sitting under him, present.  
Just me.

But I am a doer, a mover, and I find it so hard to just be; to just give me.

And later, my husband comes home, and I am glad to see him, in a way.  I am glad for the extra hands that can keep the kids out of the kitchen while I make dinner.  I’m glad for someone else to help referee; for someone else  who can help check something off my list for me.  It is often only later (if at all) that I remember him, that I delight in time with him, just him.

What is more important? The “stuff” I accomplish, or the people around me?  The people, of course, and yet, how often do I trample over them for the sake of the “getting stuff done?”  

Furthermore (sin upon sin!) this addiction to productivity spills over into my prayers.  When I remember, I ask God for little things, like patience, and daily bread.  He helps, and I use those gifts to get stuff done. When I am desperate, I ask Him for bigger things, like forgiveness, and redemption. And He gives those things, too.  And I take things in my greedy hands, and I move on, as quickly as I can, to get stuff done. 

It is rare for me to linger with God.

But our Father is patient with us, and He invites us to linger.  

As John Kleinig explains,

“When we knock at the door of our parent’s house, they don’t ask us what we want; they invite us in. Like our parents, God the Father opens the door for us when we come to ask Him for something and lets us in.  Therefore we don’t just get something from God when we pray; we receive God the Father, His company, and life with Him. That is the unexpected bonus of prayer.” (Grace Upon Grace p. 165).

God- our good, kind Father- He hears our prayers, and gives so much more. He invites us in. 

He gives us His very Self.

Father, teach me to pray.
Teach me to receive.
Teach me to linger.



This is the third post in this month's series: 

Will you (re)learn how to be a child with me?
I double-dog dare you.

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Do you find it hard to "linger?"
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  1. Love this! I am doing a giveaway today and would love if you would stop by and check it out!

  2. I was just thinking about this today. How we worry about getting everything done instead of slowing down and giving our little ones the extra attention they want. I found this post from the Salt & Light Link up party. Thank you for sharing

  3. I love your word choice; I love "linger." Linger with the Lord a while. Stay longer than necessary. Be with Him just because you enjoy His presence. Beautiful imagery. Thank you for the new word!

  4. " But I am a doer, a mover, and I find it so hard to just be; to just give me."
    Isn't it funny (or not) that this is one of our biggest crosses in motherhood?
    Glad I stopped by. :) I don't get into the blog world much these days anymore. Too busy trying to learn how to just, like you said, BE PRESENT, BE home for my family. Sigh. Lord help us all.

  5. Love this, I'm right there with - sure I take moments to pray, but linger? not really. It seems like there is too much to do.. love that this was in the Salt & Light Link up! Thanks!


  6. Oh I enjoyed this! it made me giggle a bit because I relate! We are so SILLY taking all of those gifts up in our "greedy little hands" and using them (only) to get stuff done--haha! Oh and I wonder if God is thinking "that's not *exactly* what I gave you the gifts for". He is ever so patient with us, and so are our family members. God bless them. Thank you for sharing =)


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