Connection

I've been thinking about connections today. This morning I swallowed a camera pill. As I type, the camera is taking thousands of pictures of my insides and sending them to a mini computer(?) that is held on by a belt and suspenders. (Very attractive fashion statement, I might add) They attached about 10 electrodes to my body that make the "connection" possible. I'm amazed by this technology. Let me just say - it is not cheap.

Yesterday I had the opportunity to teach a class on Soaking at church. The class consists of young married couples with small children. I can't think of anyone busier than families with small children. I'm pretty sure the concept of laying down and resting and connecting to God is pretty foreign to this group. I was able to give them the chance to experience this in a shorter time period than our normal soaking time. It was fascinating to observe them as the music wafted over and through them. Most of them seemed lost in it. There were a few that looked totally uncomfortable. And I could tell some were distracted. Soaking takes practice. It's not easy to set aside all the noise we bombard ourselves with day in and day out. Right now for instance I hear myself typing, my dog barking, the wind blowing and the hum of the computer. This is as close to silence as I get in a day. If I add the music, strangely enough it takes out all the background noise and suddenly I'm able to focus on God. I think God gave us music to soothe our souls - or to energize us, depending on the music.

So where does connecting come into play here? I use Soaking music to connect to God. It works for me. It may not work for everyone. There's something about music that is specifically recorded to usher in the Presence of God. When the musicians set their focus on Him and play, it's just different, not just the music itself but the atmosphere it releases. I don't mean to imply that you can't focus on God without this music. I'm just telling you it works for me. So does nature. So does silence.

Late yesterday I heard that one of the men in the class had been feeling somewhat discouraged and disconnected lately. He had even told his wife about it on Saturday night. After class he was excited and told his wife it had been amazing and just what he had needed. God, in that short time span of about 20 minutes, had connected with him and given him hope.

It doesn't take long. It just takes surrender. Sometimes it takes getting to the point where you just cant' do it anymore and you're ready for anything. But God is good. He knows you. He knows your heart. Trust Him. I believe He desperately wants us to want Him.