We don’t travel long distances very much–partly because we’ve had young kids for the last 8 years, partly because we’re definite homebodies, and partly because we already live in the most beautiful place in the world. But this past week we spent on a Disney cruise in the Caribbean, thanks to some very generous grandparents and a willingness to venture out of our comfort zone. And you know what I discovered? My view of God is so very small.
I like to take classes, read books, do family devotions like Good Dirt–all things that help expand my definition of who God is. I learn about God’s character, and I remind myself often that the God I serve is loving and generous and trustworthy and good. And yet every time I travel, I realize “my god” is still so very small. I know the God who travels back and forth to my kids’ school with me 6 times a day. I know the God who helps me with my children and joins me while doing laundry. I know the God who exists in San Luis Obispo and that He loves the people here. But it is so easy to forget that “my god” is the very same God who loves rich people on Disney cruises. And He is the same God who loves people barely scraping by with servant jobs on Caribbean islands. And He is the same God flying with people in airplanes all over this world He created. He is capable of loving and being with every one of us at the same time. My God is so much more than I allow Him to be most of the time.
A few weeks ago, my daughter asked me if five people were praying at the same time, could God hear all of them? Her definition of God is too small, just like mine. I told her that if five billion people were praying at the same time, God could still hear all of them. Even as I said the words, I knew it was next to impossible for me to believe, and I knew the look on Lauren’s face said she doubted it, too. My prayer is that our family devotion times will expand our view of God, and help us to see more of who He is.
God, we believe. Help our unbelief!