I woke up at five o’clock this morning, read the emails to the blog and then sat down to write this post. Nothing. I started a few ideas, but they fell flat. It seemed like I would write a couple of lines, look them over and then press delete. Usually I sit down at the computer and write because I have a number of ideas floating around based on my studies throughout the week. This week has been different, my daughter and her friend have come to visit and I have spent every moment I could with them. Any of you who have a loved one who lives a long distance away knows what I am talking about. When you finally get to see that person you want to spend every moment with him/her.

I’m trying to wrap my head around the idea of spending every moment with God. I love my daughter with all my heart and I would do anything for her, because I know her like the back of my hand. My heart leaps for joy when she comes home and it breaks when she leaves. It’s the same with my son. But, there is a disconnect with God. I say I love Him, I write that I love Him, but if I am honest I don’t feel the same way about God that I do for my wife and children.

Here is the problem for me. I don’t know how to comprehend the magnitude of what God ACTUALLY DID FOR ME on the cross. I’ve read about it, I’ve studied about it, and I most certainty have accepted the sacrifice that blots out my sins and brings eternal life. But, in my heart I ache to love God on the same wavelength that I love my family. I need God to be much more than the God I know about, I want God to be as real to me as my family.

We spend time on the things that mean the most to us. So, as I look back over my week what do I notice? I haven’t spent the time with God that would draw Him close to my heart. I sat by the hour and talked to my daughter about all kinds of things. I went on day trips with her, ate with her and laughed with her. Please don’t get me wrong; I’m not trying to put some big legalistic guilt trip on you for enjoying your family when they come home. I’m just using this experience as an illustration of how we get caught up in life and forget about God and then wonder why we don’t have a deeper relationship with Him.

It’s not easy to commit to building a relationship with God on a daily basis. Life gets in the way, and somehow the tangibles seem more real and important than the intangibles. Here’s a simple truth, I can’t know God if I don’t spend time with Him, and I spend time with Him when I pray and study my Bible. The words of the Bible have the power to change our hearts under the guidance of the Holy Spirit, but if I don’t open the Bible, that transformation can’t take place. My friend in High School was in love with one of the girl’s in our class. Every day he sat in class drooling over this girl, but he never had the courage to talk to her or try and get to know her. He said things like, “she’s too cool,” or “I wouldn’t have a chance with her,” but the truth was he didn’t believe she could ever like him so he never tried to get to know her. Many of us are like my friend, we want to know God, but we don’t think we are good enough or God wouldn’t be bothered with “uncool” people. And some of us are just too lazy to put the time it takes to develop a friendship with God.

So, what’s the bottom line? It is up to us to respond to God’s love. He’s proven He wants to be our friend. No matter how we try to slice it, the people who have a good relationship with God are the people who take the time to make it happen. We might want the closeness and trust that David, Joseph or Daniel had with God, but if we don’t want to exert the energy and time they did in building their trust in God, it is only wishful thinking. The more they built their relationship with God the more they trusted Him, and the more they trusted Him the deeper the relationship. My simple challenge to all of us is to find a comfortable chair, sit down and open your Bible up to any Book you wish and then read. If you’re like me and long to know God more deeply, then I don’t think that’s asking too much, after all He went to the cross to know me better.