OK, you can laugh a little.
Honestly, my daughter and I laughed a lot.
Since my son recently went into Army Basic Training, I have been scouring through every photo posted from his battery on the internet. I haven't seen my son since July when he returned to the States, so these pictures are priceless to me. Every morning I get up to see if new pictures are posted of my SIT (Soldier In Training). I go to bed at night thinking about the possibility of pictures being posted. It's my last thought at night and my first thought in the morning. When pictures are finally posted, I go on a "Where's Waldo" adventure... Only, all these Waldos are wearing the same clothes! There is only one difference. Sometimes they are wearing color-coded and numbered jerseys.
About a week ago, the first round of pictures was posted. I spotted him in two pictures! My heart soared! I saved the pictures to my phone. I even put one on my phone as a wallpaper. It was a side shot of him putting on gloves as his platoon was in formation. They were wearing toboggans and his collar covered part of his face, but I would know my son's profile anywhere! The other picture was from a distance and slightly blurry, but he was tall and stood just like my son. Yep. That's my boy!
This week, a new set of pictures was posted. There he was in several pictures! Two of them were close-ups. Definitely my boy! But I noticed his jersey number in these pictures was different than in his other pictures. I thought that was very strange, so I did some research. I asked other Army Moms and wives. They assured me that the soldiers always wear the same jersey number. So for a week, I have had the picture of some stranger's son on my phone thinking it was my kid and staring at it every chance I got!
What a thrill to find the real deal, though. Sometimes we think we know our kids and that we could spot them anywhere. We think we know what they are like. Then we realize we didn't know them as well as what we thought we did.
We are like that with the Lord, too. We are convinced we know Him, but then as we get into the Word, we learn what He is really like. Just as my son's real jersey number identifies him without a doubt, the Bible points to the real God so that there is no mistaking who He is and what He is really like.
What if we had the same level of hunger to see Him that I have had for my son? What if He was our first thought in the morning and our last thought at night? What if we went scouring through the Bible daily to seek Him?
Psalm 63:1 "O God, thou art my God; early will I seek thee: my soul thirsteth for thee, my flesh longeth for thee in a dry and thirsty land, where no water is;"
Psalm 63:6 "When I remember thee upon my bed, and meditate on thee in the night watches."
Psalm 63:8 "My soul followeth hard after thee: thy right hand upholdeth me."
Often we have imagined in our minds what God is like, but if we had a hunger and appetite for Him we would get into the Bible to see what He is really like. Just as finding the real pictures of my real son gave me great satisfaction and confidence, so does getting in the Word give satisfaction and confidence because we get to know who the Lord really is. When we have a false view of God in our minds, it's like having some other mom's son's picture on your phone. It will make you smile until you realize that isn't your son! Then it will make you feel quite silly. I could keep that other guy's picture on my phone and pretend it's my boy, but why do that when I can have the real deal? And why be satisfied with a facsimile of God that we have created in our own minds when we can get in the Word and get the real picture of who He is?
Psalm 63:5 "My soul shall be satisfied as with marrow and fatness; and my mouth shall praise thee with joyful lips:"
How hungry are we for the real deal? Are we satisfied with a fake view of the Lord? Are we hungry enough to go searching, seeking Him early and daily? Are we convinced we know Him enough already? We just might be surprised that our view was wrong all along.