Despite appearances, this was one of the quieter moments of the last few days.
More often than not it was cacophonies of shouts and giggles in the playroom, around the kitchen table and from bedroom to bedroom as cousins raced after each other, involving each other in whatever game or imaginary scenario was going on. Echoing after the careering pre-schoolers were the squawks of a frustrated Billy, not quite able to keep up as he frantically bum shuffled in pursuit.
So much fun. And so much noise. And so many questions….
‘Are Rufus and Billy staying for tea? For bath time? For breakfast?’
‘What’s for lunch? What’s for pudding? What’s for tea?’
‘Where are we going? Why?’
‘Can I have the purple plate? Can I have the pink cup?’
The workings of a three year old’s mind on display as the day is peppered with question after question. All accompanied by the unwavering certainty that the adults in their lives have the answers – so many answers!
Amidst the joyful noise, and inevitable tears, and the peace of nap time, my sister and I enjoyed picking up the threads of various conversations started and stopped and put on hold as we met the needs of our crowd of little people.
And more often than not, the threads ran into talk of our big God. I love that we share our faith, and have been speaking truth in love to one another over the years. And I love that she reminded me again and again of the God that Job encounters in that Old Testament book:
‘Where were you when I laid the foundation of the earth? Tell me, if you have understanding. Who determined its measurements – surely you know! Or who stretched the line upon it? On what were its bases sunk, or who laid it’s cornerstone, when the morning stars sang together and all the sons of God shouted for joy?’ (Job 38v4-7)
Our big God who established the foundations of the earth. Our big God who’s got more answers than we can even fathom. Our big God who was there at the beginning and will be there at the end.
Our big God who knows our situation, who loves us more than we can imagine, who is working all things out according to His perfect ways, who is in charge even when we’re tempted to question and challenge and doubt.
Our big God who we are in relationship with, and who loves to hear our prayers. Our big God who is intimately involved with us, and all that’s going on.
That same big God who seems to have shrunk a little in my perspective as I’ve been distracted by the to-ings and fro-ings of life. Sometimes it feels like He’s just another participant in it all. And so I forget to pray big prayers, I forget to value His words above all else, I forget that this big God has got me, has got us.
But Job was deafened by the reality of the God who addressed Him in these verses. He was reminded in no uncertain terms who was in charge, but also that He was interested in Job – He was speaking to Him, relating to Him, concerned for Him.
I’m thankful to have been reminded that this is the God to whom I pray, in whom I trust, who is at work amidst all of these slightly chaotic happenings for our good and His glory.