Come Again Another Day

Do you ever think about soft rain falling over the middle ocean? In the middle of nowhere, for no one to hear: the sound of water falling on water multiplied and multiplied. So far behind you one way is a horizon without clouds, bright blue, and so far ahead of you twilight is dimming the sky. And above, those silver vessels. No one to say, 'this stupid rain', no mud puddles or road accidents, just rain.

Sometimes when sleep won't come, my imagination takes me to that place, though I don't get wet at all.

Better is One Day

"Better is one day in your house than a thousand elsewhere."
David of the Bible wrote this line in poem to God.

A thousand days! That is almost three years.
Stuff I could do in three years:

1. write a few books
2. get a degree
3. have 4 babies
4. write a thousand daily blog posts

The limit is the limit of your imagination (and the time frame of 1000 days).

The other day I was speaking with some friends who commented that it must have been so very boring to be a shepherd, like David was. I'm not so sure. I think he spent every day with God, worshiping Him and writing those epic, intimate psalms. And he said just one of those days is better than a thousand anywhere else. What a strange concept to over-stimulated us!

Who is this God? Who is He that is better than a thousand days anywhere else? Who is He who lays claim like this to being so worth our time and attention? 

Who is this God?