last night an unidentified noise woke me up, no big deal other than not being able to figure out what it was. for me this is odd. my dad has taught me in so many creative ways to identify sights, sounds, etc with very little information, and this skill usually means that i can go back to sleep after figuring out where the noise originated. after a few minutes of processing, i got up and proceeded to my 5 yr old's room to do some investigation. when i got there i flipped on the light switch and waited for my eyes to adjust to the light.
after a few minutes i looked around and laughed. the room looked like it was the inside of a snow globe - like someone had picked it up and shook it violently - in other words...normal. short of a small car protruding through the window, i would never be able to find out what was out of place or where the noise had come from.
my question...why does our spiritual life look like that so often? why, when there is a noise of something broken or out of place or wrong (usually a warning signal) that we look and aren't able to find it? why does it sometimes take something so huge and dramatic to show us where the problems are? wouldn't it be better to keep our life in order so that we can get back on track when we notice something small? like why did David have to commit adultery and murder before he realized that he was off course? why didn't he hit the brakes when he first started to scan the roof tops for the bathing ladies?
happy new year blessings! K
