Thoughts on Spontaneity

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I just surprised myself.

A few minutes ago, my daughters arrived home from a day with their Nana. It was raining, and the girls ran straight out into the grassy front yard from Nana’s car. They started dancing around in the rain and singing a silly song. The little cuties!

I just watched and smiled from the dryness of the porch, with my little buddy in my arms. Then, much to my surprise, one of my daughters scampered up to the porch and beckoned me to come dance in the rain, too!

I resisted at first. I was in my socks. I was comfortably dry.  I was holding Isaac (who, however, wanted to be out there pretty badly).

And then–I snapped out of it.  I realized that I didn’t want to pass up a chance like that. No–not this time. My daughters want me to come play with them, I thought. I didn’t want to miss out on the memory.

So, with Nana watching and laughing at the silly lot of us, I ran down off the front porch with Isaac in my arms and danced in the rain with my kids. We had so much fun. It only lasted a few minutes, but now we have a memory that will last forever.

What if I had resisted the urge to be spontaneous?  What if I had not gone with the flow of the joy that was in that moment? I would have missed out!

I am reminded of a verse in Psalms that says God inhabits the praises (tehillahs) of His people. David is talking there about spontaneous songs to the Lord. God made Himself present in the song of His people when it spontaneously came from their hearts.  Could it be that there is something in the spontaneous that God just can’t get enough of?

I once heard Ray Hughes teach about man’s order versus God’s order.  I have never forgotten the example he used.  “If you want to see man’s order,” he said, “Look at a garden. If you want to see God’s order, look at a forest.”

I know I like it when things are “in order.”  I work better when there is a plan.  It makes me feel sane.  But maybe God likes to blow our plan out of the water sometimes for His glory.  Maybe sometimes, we need to let go of our plan to see something even better unfold.

There is a quote by C.S. Lewis that I mention quite often because it SO speaks to where I am in my life right now (and where we all are as mothers!).  He said, “The great thing, if one can, is to stop regarding all the unpleasant things as interruptions of one’s ‘own,’ or ‘real’ life. The truth is of course that what one calls the interruptions are precisely one’s real life–the life God is sending one day by day.”

So I ask myself, “Am I willing to let go of my plan and embrace what God is sending me now, in this moment?”  More and more, I hope the answer is becoming a resounding yes.

Jesus said to Nicodemus in John 3:8, “The wind blows where it wishes, and you hear the sound of it, but cannot tell Born to be like the windwhere it comes from and where it goes. So is everyone who is born of the Spirit.”  As a child of God, I was born to be like the wind.

You were born to be like the wind.

Psalms tells us God inhabits spontaneous praise. And now after the victory of the cross, God inhabits us.  Could it be that we have become the spontaneous song that He is singing in the earth?  Could it be that as we move with Him, plan or no plan, that He releases His kingdom order everywhere the song is heard?

God, give me the willingness to follow wherever you are leading!  May I let go of my well-crafted plans and be blown like the wind.  May I embrace the life you are sending me day by day, no matter what that looks like.  Let me embrace your order, even if I don’t understand how it’s all going to come together.  

Despite the temptation to stay dry and comfortable on the porch, I don’t want to miss out on the rain.

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Tasha Medellin is a head-over-heels-in-love wife and not-so-perfect mother of three who loves spending time outdoors, curling up with a good book, and simply basking in the riches of God's glorious grace.

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