Best Wishes from Granny

I recently recieved a random card from my Grandma, and it simply made my day. I think we all look forward to those obscure holidays, or random days the grandparents send some much needed cash our way. I often recieve baskin robbins gift cards even though there is no baskin robbins in college station, maybe some two dollar bills that I always feel bad spending, or possibly an Itunes gift card. But whatever the treasure we find inside the envelope I always am so glad that Granny and Papa thought of me to send me something. I've gotten so many cards from the G-parents over the years that it's almost expected, but something hit me so hard when I opened this most recent letter. I went to my mailbox and saw that I had mail, which was exciting enough, and then I saw good ol' Granny's handwriting, I knew it was going be something good. I tore open the letter, ignored the card and took what was inside. I marveled at the Rosa's Cafe gift card (which is my favorite restaraunt), and it wasn't until the next day that I dug the tarnished card out of my backpack and looked at what was written. After I read the letter that came along with the gift, God smacked me in the face with conviction and teaching. My mindset with this small gesture from my grandparents is exactly how I approach the Living God. I completely ignore the beautiful love letter He has written to me, and focus on the blessings He has graciously bestowed upon me. I enjoy my family, friends, healthy body, talents, and gifts, but I ignore the deepest sign of His love to me; His written word. A letter written to me over to course of history that screams throughout the 66 books, "I love you, I love you, I love you." So it was with my grandparents, the gift was simply an extension of what was expressed in their writing. It was simply a gesture that reinforced their love for me, it did not prove it. So many times I get angry with God for not giving me what I want, and I call His unfailing love into question because something didn't go my way. My God loves to shower me with blessing because I am his beloved son, but I often love God for what He gives me, not for who He is or what He says to me. I constantly look for signs in order to get an answer but I rarely approach His word for guidance. I can picture God looking down saying, "Hello, I've already told you what to do, but you haven't looked for it yet!" What if the love of your life died tomorrow, and after they passed away you discovered a collection of love letters written to you? For the next season of your life you would do nothing but dwell on the pages of those letters and soak up every word. You would read them everyday and constantly remind yourself of what was written to you. Turns out, God did exactly that. His word proclaims to us how much He values us, yet we would rather act like a spoiled child and measure His character with what He provides for us. My prayer is that we would begin to delight in God for who He is and the love He continually demonstrates to us through His living word. I have had too many conversations with christians who say that, "I just don't get much out of reading the bible". What a sad reality for a christian to be unmoved when the same voice that spoke stars into motion is waiting to speak to us between the covers of our bibles. If our path is not lit by His written, established, and infallable word, why do we think a voices in our heads that we often mistake for God's voice will be a better source of light for us on our journey? Let us pick up our bibles and delight in the blessing of His spoken word.