Published on April 20, 2021
Chasing the Creator
By Shirley Prihoda
“Why” is a little three-letter word that opens doors to reveal clues we didn’t even know were there.
I love the possibility of words. You can string them together, take them apart and rearrange them again, sort of like a train set, and “Why” is one of the most intriguing cars in this train set.
It takes something for here, and something from there and hooks them together and takes us on a journey. Why is the understanding car, sort of like the caboose. It’s the end of the train but opens and reveals things from a new perspective.
Understanding received a lot of ink in the Bible. It’s mentioned 152 times! God either has an unlimited supply of ink or thinks we’re hard of hearing. Well, maybe that’s not a good analogy since He actually does have an unlimited supply of ink. The more obvious reason is we weren’t listening the first 151 times!
Did you read Proverbs 4:7 like I told you to? What did I tell you was the most important thing to do first? O.K., now what did I say to do after you did the first thing? O.K., now repeat it to Me… Wisdom is the principal thing; Therefore, get wisdom. And in all your getting, get understanding.”
In the beginning of my journey with the Lord, some scriptures seemed to shout rather unpleasantly at me. I grew up with an absentee father and had several stepfathers along the way, who gave me ample reason to fear them. It was an understood combination to me that father and fear went together.
I’m still on the journey of healing. It has been a long process. Not because it is too hard for Jesus; it’s often too hard for me.
As I began my search of understanding, it opened my heart to deeper boundaries for wisdom, and fear. At first, it was no Sunday drive, and most of the time the AC was broken, or so it seemed. The gas tank read empty more times than I care to remember, but somehow, the miles started adding up behind me.
I didn’t realize what an awesome restored gift this was from the Lord. My husband can’t understand how I can get on the elevator with people, and by the time we get to the bottom floor, I know their names, their children’s names, and the name of their pet!
Occasionally, I encounter someone who just won’t warm up to me. Now, I understand there is a hurt boundary there, and it may take a while to be welcomed in, but eventually if I stay in there loving on them, they just can’t help themselves.
The record now is two years. Two years of going through the drive-through at Happy Hour and speaking sweetly, calling her by name until one day, she smiled back.
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