One thing that continues to astound and amaze me is that we don’t need an intermediary between God and us.
I can talk to God and He wants me to talk to Him. I don’t mean like meet for coffee or anything. The way we “talk to God” is with prayer. I can direct my prayers immediately to God. I can talk to Him, to Jesus, to the Holy Spirit. And if I listen, then he might answer. Actually, he probably will. And, no, I don’t mean like voices from heaven. I mean in circumstances, things your conscience “tells” you, things your gut tells you. Who’s to say that isn’t God? I don’t know. I know that sometimes my inner self busts out with things to do or say to someone that in retrospect I think, “Why did I just do that?” or “Why did I just say that?”. Usually it’s some off the wall thing of service, be it encouragement or a gift of some sort.
I figure if God can ‘talk’ to me, then I can talk to Him, right? But then I get intimidated because He’s GOD! He has given me so much that I don’t deserve and does NOT give me what I DO deserve that I think, how can I bother him with yet something else? Again? Isn’t He too busy for lil ole me? I’m not a world leader or a CEO with thousands of people’s livelihoods under my control. I’m just me. A mom, wife, friend, daughter.
Yet in Ephesians it says:
In him and through faith in him we may approach God with freedom and confidence. Eph 3:12 NIV
Because of Christ and our faith in him, we can now come boldly and confidently into God’s presence. Eph 3:12 NLT
I do have faith in Jesus. I have faith that He saved me from my inner, original sin. Please, don’t confuse this with me thinking I don’t sin. I sin everyday. All. The. Time. But each day I can also thank God for renewing His saving of me, and I get to try again. What I try to do is to see what HE wants me to see, to do what HE wants me to do. For me, I consider this in terms of how I interact with my kids and my husband. Even though I hate doing dishes, I do them for my family. My family is a gift from God and I want to honor that gift. So I do the stupid dishes.
And so I have faith that if I honor the gifts he has given me, then he’ll honor his end of the bargain too.
So I boldly go where no man has gone before. Oh, wait. I mean I can boldly talk to God and tell him all my inner thoughts, wishes, laments, everything. He wants me to do this anyway. He wants to know me. He wants me to know Him. He wants to know all of us. And all we have to do is feel free to talk to him, about anything and everything.
Isn’t that awesome?
