"Mama, Netflix is down again!" my daughter--the lovely queen of the remote--exclaims. "Mama?"
"I heard you." Feel free to imagine any facial expression or tone of voice, as I'm sure I've displayed them all.
We recently added Netflix to our home entertainment. Almost every time the phone rang, Netflix would shut off ... right in the midst of your perfect movie ... right in the midst of Cedar Cove. Therefore, the internet would shut off, too.
What was wrong with our service? We had all the right filters.
"We need a new home phone," my husband said. In the meanwhile, he disconnected the house phone to cut down on the entertainment interruptions.
I have to admit, it was nice and quiet with the phone down--no Toll Free calling several times a day. I never miss Toll Free. Who exactly is Toll Free anyway? But many important people in my life couldn't reach me. They'd finally discover my cell phone number, only to say, "Can you hear me now?" Rural Texas forces me to find the one spot in the house that might maintain a decent connection and plant myself there throughout the duration of the phone call.
We purchased a new home phone and plugged it in, hoping that would correct the problem. The digital display on the brand new phone stated: "no line." What?
Our phone company sent a man out to check our line. He came to our front door to say that he had fixed the problem--there were two lines connecting our service, and one had been broken.
As soon as the repairman left our home, the phone began ringing off the wall. Toll Free. Sigh. But now, we have our important 9-1-1 connections, in case of emergency--rural Texas, remember. I can now talk to the important people in my life without dealing with the bad connections of my cell phone in rural Texas. And Netflix hasn't gone down ... yet. The queen of the remote claps her hands.
Life is fine when the communication lines are in tact.
But, in your heart of hearts, have you ever just felt speechless? Wordless? Like your lines of communication are down? Or perhaps like they are barely hanging in there--frayed and receiving little connection ... hit or miss?
Yeah, I know that feeling. I've been somewhat under the weather--my excuse--but I always know when my heart feels that way, I need to check my communication lines with my heavenly Father. Because that quiet feeling is never nice.
O Soul, there are definitely two lines of communication--His and mine. And they cannot be broken when you spend time on Him. With Him.
"Why do they seem broken at times?" I invariably ask myself. And I sit down, feeling defeated, and evaluate--
Am I talking to Him enough? Am I starting my day with Him? Am I ending my day with Him? Am I meditating on His Word the way I should?
Life is not fine when the communication lines are broken or frayed.
O, heart of hearts, God can't be replaced. And nothing is toll free.
Shelli, a great price was paid for those communication lines. The wooden poles dug down deep to cross the gap for you and me.
Over and over--farther than the eye can see or the mind can conceive--it's only Jesus.
But, as in any relationship, it takes effort on my part. I know that deep in my heart of hearts.
Shelli, use them. Use those communication lines. Find that sweet spot and plant yourself there.
When I'm in constant communication with Him, He keeps ringing into my heart and mind with His love notes just to me, filling me with questions to ponder, words to say, words to write--to change my heart. "He sends from heaven and saves me," helping me filter out life's distractions and keeping me functioning properly. Helping me. Keeping me. Only He knows the way that I should take, and being the love of my life, He keeps me on His path for me.
He won't let me miss His important call.
He won't let me miss His calling on my life.
Thank you, Father.
*Do you ever need repair on your lines of communication? Any stories to share? You know I love to hear from you.
(And it's amazing how many words I got out for someone who is feeling a bit speechless. Amen?!)