When God Ignites Flaming Bushes



During Thanksgiving and Christmas, we were about many things.

Perhaps we were about intentional reflection to give thanks. Or searching hard for the sacred amidst blaring bling and tinsel tackiness.

But as I trip two-thirds into February and glance back at the blur of the New Year, I wonder with head shaking at time's relentless march.

Lent begins next week. 

It feels as if I just celebrated the priceless beauty of a manger holding immeasurable, newborn Worth. The days seem to run together and run away as I run to catch up.

But God knows how to get my attention.

To deploy holy pyrotechnics.

Moses could relate. 

"I will go over and see this strange sight—why the bush does not burn up.”
Exodus 3:1-3

Like me, Moses thought that day was no different than the one before. Looking for nothing uncommon except reaching the end of a common day.

Yet God needed to interrupt Moses' life. To set a bush aflame, halting the droning ordinary-ness of life to reveal the extraordinary, to plan rescue and restore fellowship.

Sometimes it takes flames to capture our attention and slow us down.

As I worked over the past few weeks preparing to speak at back-to-back weekend retreats, I had neglected to call Mom on a regular basis. Even though it weighed daily on the back of my mind, I ignored it as I grasped for the illusion of "getting everything under control first."

Then POOF, a burning bush appeared. 

For several days now, Mom has been in the hospital with double pneumonia. Now doctors have discovered blood clots forming in her lungs. More tests have been performed, extending her hospital stay indefinitely.

During such times, it's amazing how quickly items move from my "must get done" list to the "it can wait" list.

My sisters and I are taking turns spending time with Mom while she's in the hospital, and it's been nice to catch up on life with them -- even though we wish it were under different circumstances.

I am so thankful that burning bushes tend to clarify and restore what's truly important -- RELATIONSHIPS.

Relationships with each other. Relationship with Him.

Thank you, Lord, for the burning bushes that cause me to prioritize. 

Have burning bushes appeared in your life to get your attention and slow your pace? 
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6 comments:

  1. I'm so sorry about your mom, Donna. And I can relate so much to this post. You're in my prayers.

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    1. Thanks so much for your prayers, Jill.

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  2. Dear Donna,
    Yes! We all have them!! Many times throughout life. For us, our disabled son's recurring siezure activity made us put life on hold for 21 days and take time with him as he was hospitalized that long and then ambulanced to Mayo. Sometimes in my busy-ness I tend to brush off Brian's requests, be short tempered with him. These burning bushes remind us all that our lives are in God's hands In Brian's case we need to be more aware before the bushes have to burn!! In thinking about the burning bush today in your devotion, as I pondered it, I found it both comforting and abit of a warning that the bush is not consumed by the fire! Comforted that, with the bush remaining, it is there to burn again meaning God will deal with us to get our attention again He won't allow the bush to become a heap of ashes on a dusty road side. That in itself is a comfort He is getting our attention not just allowing the fire to go out and we are left ot our own devices. It is abit of a warning too that He will deal with us again in some manner if He does not get our attention the first time through!! Always though He does it with love and all we have to do is take off our shoes this is Holy ground!!!
    Have a great one Donna I hope Mom is improving daily! Have kept you both in my prayers!!
    Love still across frozen landscape!
    Betty

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    1. Betty, with Brian's condition. You've certainly seen some burning bushes along your journey. And what a great point that the bush doesn't burn up. Exactly!! Blessings and thanks so much for your prayers.

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  3. Praying for your sweet mom ... I adore you.

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    1. Thank you, sweet Friend. I adore you, too.

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