Saturday, August 21, 2004

Twitterpated with God

Remember in the movie “Bambi” at the end when Bambi and Thumper met the doe and the girl rabbit? They wondered what was happening to them, so the wise old bird (or someone, I honestly don’t remember the last time I saw the movie) told them that they were “twitterpated.” It’s when a certain someone writes and you literally sing for days, or when they call and you don’t sleep afterwards (and then sing for a few more days). Or when you get to see them and you’re nervous and shy, but each visit is better than the last – you like the other person more, the more you get to know them. You basically get all “gooey inside” whenever you think about them, and you hope that they’re thinking about you even a quarter as much as you think about them. You count the minutes until you see them or talk to them again.

Well, those feelings got me wondering one day if God feels that way about us. Or more correctly, got me to realize that God _does_ feel that way about us. Not only is there a party in heaven when one person comes to know Him, but He gets all gooey inside when He thinks about us and when we talk to Him. That’s pretty darn cool…and humbling…

But that got me thinking too. Shouldn’t _we_ feel that same way about God? Shouldn’t we “sing for days” when He talks to us? Shouldn’t we ache inside when we miss our chances to spend time with Him? And each time we spend time with Him should make us not only know Him and like Him even more, but also should make us desire to know Him more and see Him again. The thought of Him thinking of us should make us breathless, and thinking of Him should make our hearts race.

God loves each of us so much more passionately and perfectly than any other person ever could. What if we returned that love even the smallest amount? What if it were a joy instead of a chore to meet with God each day? What if we each became “twitterpated” with God?

1 comment:

Barbara said...

I wasn't thinking of the description "twitterpated" (although I've used that adjective/verb in other conversations), but I have been thinking of the intimate times I've let pass by not choosing to spend the time focusing on Him. I know He's always near, and most times that feels good enough. Shame on me for settling for second best. I'm counting on having more time....