Divorced from God

Today's passage (Isaiah 50:1-5) is about God's people being divorced from God, and God is telling them that it wasn't Him who abandoned them, but the other way around. "When I called, why was there no one to answer? Was my arm too short to ransom you? Do I lack the strength to rescue you?"

I feel divorced from God most of the time. It's tedious work to read Scripture, and to meditate on it (suppressing distractions like children and dogs and the rest), and to try to solve the riddle of how it relates to my life. The God who speaks in Isaiah is poetic and demonstrative and commanding. And loving. I'm still mad, though, that this is just dialogue in a book. (Yes, a living, magical book. But I can still close it!)

Today's passage is in effect telling me that this is my fault, not God's. Or humankind's fault, anyway. Then Jesus' voice takes over: "The Sovereign Lord has given me an instructed tongue, to know the word that sustains the weary."

Lily just asked me, "Will you please get me some granola?" I said, "Yes, in five minutes." She said, "What about five seconds?" I said, "Five minutes." She said, "Can you put on a TV show for me while I'm waiting for my granola?"

Now she is whining and asking again and again.

Post sabotaged.