Stop with the Communicating...

I'm not sure what happened with that last post. I'd read it from another post and thought I'd saved it as a draft, but when I just checked this, its posted. Yeah, that's what I get for not paying attention to which button I hit.

So the quote is this....

In any kind of relationship, genuine two-way communication is a necessity. Whether this communication be between husband and wife, parent and child, friend and friend or any person to any person, we must be able to grasp what the other person is really meaning by what they are saying. This same type communication is essential between our God and us. Without it, a real relationship is impossible and any benefit of claiming to know God is negligible and meaningless. ec

And the story I was going to attach to it is about communication, babies, flying home, and family. I'd gone to see my sister this weekend. We communicate in lots of different ways. For instance, I could tell she was missing her husband Louis by day two of my visit. She was loads of fun and we had a blast, but some of her usual spark was faded a bit because she missed him. I couldn't have been more pleased. I love that she's needed by him. When he called, he was just as smitten as she was in a, I'm a dude, but I love my wife, kind of way.

Or when we were at a restaurant, I came back from the loo and Fatty was still sitting there with the menus. She tells me the waiter hadn't come back yet. So I get the "h e double hockeysticks, he is not leaving MY sister parched," look on my face. A hapless waiter walks by and I politely, yet forcefully, ask for a waiter. And it worked.

One more story then I'll get to my point. On the way back home last night, which was entirely too long and overly dramatic, one of my flights had four babies on it. Loading up everyone is like, no, go to the back, we don't want to sit by the babies. Babies don't bother me. I'll totally rock the baby on my hip look one day, so I sit in the row behind them. And I might've been making eyes at the little brown-eyed boy who kept looking at me over the seat. I think they like the curly mop on my head. Ok, up goes the plane, barely a peep, its when the plane was descending that they decided to speak up. Which is perfectly understandable. Their little ears pop and since the only way they know how to communicate is through letting those little lungs speak up. They don't understand what is going on so they try to tell the world around them that something is off and somebody, somewhere, needs to make it right as soon as possible.

I'm kind of like those wee ones in the plane last night. I overly communicate at times. I'm a talker. And yet tonight at my cg, I hardly said two words. It was weird. But in a good way. Our group took a breather for three weeks. It was rough going for me personally. I knew I needed to step back and I did. Hating it, but trusting that God was going to have His way. That was the only thing that kept the crazy in my head at bay. Pleading that He had a plan in all of this. Tonight I got to see the fruits of it. The group is strong, doing great. It'll be a good semester for them. It hurt, but in a good way.

I pouted over it on the way home. But God does this really great thing with me. When I'm feeling especially bratty and whiny, He'll step in and tell me to knock it off. Which is what He did tonight. I'm sitting there whining about not being needed and He's telling me I'm missing the point of what He's shown me tonight. He's got His hand all over the group and the church. They've got even more good things in their future...