Whether you’re having fun or not, time flies! But I am having fun, and I hope you are too. This week I read a delightful book, Maria, My Own Story, by Maria Von Trapp. Did you know she had a very difficult childhood? Neither did I. It’s such a good story, I highly recommend you order up a copy. She wrote several other books, but this one is copywrited early 1970. The book that the famous Sound of Music was taken from was penned in 1949. Other books were written by her and published more recently, early this millenium. I’d like to read another when I
find make the time.
The problem with me and reading is I get totally absorbed. I don’t do anything else but read. I don’t clean house or make meals, I don’t talk, I don’t listen. This can be very frustrating to my family…ask my boy, Adam, about that. He was the first to notice this character flaw of mine. Tom, on the other hand, never complains. Just the other day he told me he was going somewhere to do something, and he’d be back sometime. “Uh-huh,” I said, nose to book. The door shut, the car started, I heard the crunch of gravel under car tires and glanced out the window. I wonder where he’s going? I thought. I knew he told me, but try as I might…nope, I had no idea. So I kept on reading, and in a little while he came back. Bless his heart.
I wish I were that kind of all in about more important things in my life. I wish for instance that I could love God with all my heart, soul, strength, and mind, without even thinking about it…(or wait, is that an oxymoron? Forget that without even thinking part.) And, I wish that I would put other’s interests, needs, and desires before my own — and do that without even thinking. You know, love my neighbor as myself. Sadly I’m far too selfsh, too self-centered most of the time, to be good at pleasing God by obeying those two most important commandments. But I try. When I’m not absorbed in a book or some other selfish ambition, I try. And whether I succeed or fail, He patiently waits for my undivided attention.
If I’ve been otherwise occupied for too long He does something like my Adam used to do when he was a little boy. He taps me on the shoulder to remind me that he’s waiting for a response. Adam’s tap was light, his voice pitifully hopeful, “Mom?” he’d say. God’s tap is light, it comes as sunshine streaming through the window, a brilliant sunset, a person laughing, a baby’s babble. And I am reminded that my God is right by my side, waiting (patiently) for my response to who He is.