I have this vision of myself in heaven. All these important people are in the room... and I'm wearing dirty, tattered rags and am sweeping the floor. After all, I started this life out as an orphan and it's only by the grace of God that I even have a family. I figure I may as well go back to my roots in heaven.
So there I am, sweeping up a pile of dirt, and no one even gives me a second look. My hair is a mess from working, my face is smudged, and I have a chipped tooth. People are laughing and having complex conversations and talking about how important their work or lives were.
And suddenly, in the middle of it all... God looks at and motions straight to ME. ME!!! The one who's always a little slow to get the joke or memo or has to be told a couple of times before it really sinks in... And God is waving His arm for ME to come to him...
And I immediately DROP my broom and go running, running, running. And I don't care who's looking at me or pointing their finger or whispering about my disheveled appearance or saying, "What's that little orphan girl doing??? Who does she think she is to approach GOD???"
And God is smiling at me... and I go jumping up into His arms. And He doesn't care that I'm not the brightest bulb in the room, or the prettiest, or the most sophisticated, or even the cleanest. He doesn't care that I'm sweeping the floor. And He's laughing and smiling and carrying me on His shoulders. All He cares about is that I'm there, and I'm with Him, and that's all that matters.
Somehow, I don't think God minds at all when we're called naive or simple or even dumb.
Sometimes, a naive heart doesn't know anything better but to keep looking for God.
So there I am, sweeping up a pile of dirt, and no one even gives me a second look. My hair is a mess from working, my face is smudged, and I have a chipped tooth. People are laughing and having complex conversations and talking about how important their work or lives were.
And suddenly, in the middle of it all... God looks at and motions straight to ME. ME!!! The one who's always a little slow to get the joke or memo or has to be told a couple of times before it really sinks in... And God is waving His arm for ME to come to him...
And I immediately DROP my broom and go running, running, running. And I don't care who's looking at me or pointing their finger or whispering about my disheveled appearance or saying, "What's that little orphan girl doing??? Who does she think she is to approach GOD???"
And God is smiling at me... and I go jumping up into His arms. And He doesn't care that I'm not the brightest bulb in the room, or the prettiest, or the most sophisticated, or even the cleanest. He doesn't care that I'm sweeping the floor. And He's laughing and smiling and carrying me on His shoulders. All He cares about is that I'm there, and I'm with Him, and that's all that matters.
Somehow, I don't think God minds at all when we're called naive or simple or even dumb.
Sometimes, a naive heart doesn't know anything better but to keep looking for God.