Chicken Pox for the Soul

Its actually Sunday today, but I know that this post will register Saturday, July 4th. I am just home. Im approaching my third week of quarantine for chicken pox. I am here, isolated in the room with the computer to keep me busy and productive. Its really not too bad after all. You just have to look at it from the right perspective. God really has a way of gripping my attention. So many things are going on in my mind right now. Mental debates, reminiscing, future plans and all too often accompanied with sighs, tears, songs, verses of scripture. To add, my cousin posted two audio clips in her Facebook Account, What do I Know of Holy by Addison Road and God Speaking by Mandisa. Frankly, I am not a big fan of this kind of genre, so to speak. I associate it with Lisa Loeb, Alanis Morisette kind of music. Perhaps for the longest time I have kept to the usual favorites- Tommy Walker, Brenton Brown, Chris Tomlin, Hillsong, Steve Green, Bob Fitts and I must have missed some. But I gave these songs a chance and guess what? I liked them. I liked them so much that I have been playing both, alternately almost nonstop since yesterday.

What Do I Know of Holy hits home hard.. I've been a church-going, bible reading christian since childhood. And in the midst of the routine, the bible studies, the small group meetings, the Sunday and midweek gatherings, "do I really know holy?" Sometimes, its actually helpful to get chicken pox so that your soul gets nourished properly. And its actually God doing you a favor because His ways are higher than ours. I guess that I have thought that I have figured You out, I knew all the stories that I learned to talk about, how You were mighty to save, but those were only empty words on a page that I caught a glimpse of who You might be, the slightest hint of You brought me down to my knees. I realize sometimes, we get enamored in the miracles of yesterday. We are too caught up with the victories He won for us before. These are helpful lists to look back to, to once more, remember His faithfulness. But there comes a time in your walk with God that you realize that you miss those times. You miss the intimacy and so you start asking What do I know of holy?

For some strange reason, you are always in church. If they checked attendance, you were occasionally late but always present, seated in the front row. So its not the churchgoing really, but the heart that connects with God in a very intimate way. For some stranger reason, I'd rather have chicken pox and know holy than be up and about, not knowing holy.

I want to know You more Lord.