A Dream Conversation

Every morning, as the sun peers over the horizon, energy packet photons travel literally at the speed of light towards the blackout curtains of my children's room. These curtains valiantly fight against the power of the Sun to protect their sleepy environment. Inevitably, they lose every morning. As a result, my half awake son walks down the hall, opens our bedroom door slowly and proceeds to crawl up in bed with us.

He has become my makeshift alarm because this daily routine happens like clockwork. Every once in awhile, I'll get up and head into the kids room and try to wake up my daughter on the top bunk. She cherishes morning sleep like Kel loves orange soda. Waking her up is a process, one that I really enjoy. Yesterday, I walked into Effi's room to wake her up and as she opened her eyes she said:

“Daddy, I was just talkin’ to you…”

“Oh really? What are we talkin’ about?”

“... nothing...”

“Where where we talkin’?

“... nowhere…”

Initially, I found the whole interaction very cute and fascinating - my daughter dreams about me! But the more I think about it, the more convicted I become over this question:

Do I talk to God just because I enjoy talking to him?

I talk to God when I need things: intervention, assistance, money, peace, security.

I talk to God because I'm supposed to: when my prayer alarm goes off, when other people start praying, when some asks me to pray for them, when I tell people I will pray for them (sometimes).

I talk to God when I'm angry: at God, at my wife, at my kids, at my church, at my job, at myself, at my friends, at my circumstances, at my failures, at my addictions, at my my my…

I even know where I talk to God: in worship service, in bed, in my car, on the toilet.

All good things... all good things... BUT Effi's response revealed an amazing benefit of having a relationship with a Father. One I tend to forget or even refuse to believe.

As God’s children, we get to enjoy just being with our Father. No gimmicks. No secret motives. No sale pitches. No time tables.

We have a Heavenly Father who says He loves us. All of us. Our whole selves. Unconditionally.

See what great love the Father has lavished on us, that we should be called children of God. And that is what we are! - 1 John 3:1

I really hope I have a similar kind of conversation with God, when I wake up on the other side.

“Dad! I was just talking with you.”

What about? “Nothing.”

Where? “Nowhere.”

“Just talking… but I'm so glad I woke up with you here.”

Jeremy Schurke