Stick People

Not quite a year ago, when I first met my best friend, she told me she lived “in the sticks.”  Since I am a city girl, born and raised, I found the “stick” references quite amusing.  People who live there are “stick people.”  They walk their “stick” dogs and live in “stick” houses.  One night, when she told me she almost hit a stick person on a dark, two-lane road, all I could imagine in my head was one of those stick people you see on signs, trying to run out of the way.  Imagine my surprise….and dismay….when I first visited her and there were real people moving about.  No stick people!  Haha

Yes, a bit silly, I know.  But….how often do we do that to other people….or to God?

Haven’t you ever seen someone or heard about a person and the one thing you know about them becomes all they are?  They are a drug addict.  Or church goer.  Or dad.  Or grandmother.  Or coach.  Or nurse.  Or….whatever.  We tend to forget that there are real, living, breathing souls inside those lines we draw for them.

And so it goes with our relationship with God.  Time was, I was saved just to keep from going to Hell and knew nothing about the God I had just given my heart to (or next to nothing, anyway).  For years, it went this way.  Don’t get me wrong.  I knew the Bible stories.  I knew what He had done then.  But, to me, He was a distant being who was no more than a thought or idea – a God I would desperately pray to when things got sticky here on earth and a God I planned on spending eternity with.  But I didn’t know Him.  There was no relationship.  He was a stick God.

Over the years, I have developed a relationship with God.  He’s no longer a stick god to me, He’s my Provider, my Healer, my Strength, my Peace, my Protector, my Daddy, the Lover of my soul.  The way I’ve built that relationship is the same way we build relationships with people.  I’ve spent time with Him.  I’ve served Him.  And, just like with people, the true measure of the relationship has been in the hard times.  Unlike people, my God has been there every time I thought the world was falling apart and He’s shown Himself mighty in my life.  Because of what I’ve seen Him do when I was in a desperate place, I know I can count on Him  No matter what.

So….what about you?  Is he a stick god to you today?  If so, I am here to say that He’s so much more than that!  Reach out to Him.  Jeremiah 29:13 says, “You will seek Me and find Me when you search for Me with all your heart.” NASB.  You’ll be glad you did!  But…if you’re like me and you have a relationship with Him, grab someone else’s hand and introduce them!  You may change someone’s life.

Be blessed and tell someone you love them.


About meanderingswithgod

I Write. It’s what I do. It’s as vital a part of me as breathing. I write when I’m happy. I write when I’m sad. I write when I don’t understand. Or when I understand a little too clearly. I write when God’s speaking to me. And when I’m speaking to Him. And, more often than not, it comes out in rhythm and rhyme. In my words, you’ll find laughter and tears, pain and triumph, confusion and clarity. In my words, if you bother to search, you’ll find me. So, it is with both excitement and trepidation that I begin. This blog. This writing that’s been so long coming. My words. God’s words. Don’t worry, you’ll be able to tell the difference. Mine are clumsy, His are eloquent. I hope, as you read my verbal meanderings, that you’ll be blessed and find yourself searching for Him.
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2 Responses to Stick People

  1. So true! (I’m reblogging one of your many terrific articles on my site today.)

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