She is sitting in her room, reading a book, when God walks in.
"God, this book is amazing!" she exclaims, without looking up. "The characters are well-developed, the plot is original, and the author has broken my heart and crushed my soul like three times already by killing off characters. My feels are feelin' it."
God smiles and gently tips her chin up with His fingers, but she angles her head away and buries her nose deeper into the book. "Sorry, Lord, but I can't possibly put this book down right now - it's too good! In fact, I'm probably going to stay up until 1:00 AM reading it! And then it's going to take me another three hours to fall asleep because my mind will be so consumed with admiration for the author's writing style."
God touches His hand to her cheek, but she brushes Him away. Her eyes are glued to the page. "I love You, God," she says absently. "Thanks for dying on the cross. Thanks for saving my life. But for right now, I want to give this book my undivided attention."
God steps back and watches her read, the expression in His eyes a mixture of love and sadness.
Later she is at the computer, typing furiously. God approaches her and looks over her shoulder. "Guess what, God?" she says, and pauses briefly to shove some peanut M&M's into her mouth before resuming her work. Her mouth is full as she continues, "I've been writing for almost three hours straight, and I've only gotten up once to use the restroom. I am on a roll."
God tucks a lock of her hair behind one ear, but she tilts her head away. "You're incredible, Jesus, but this novel is getting to be pretty incredible itself. And the only way it's going to keep becoming awesome is if I keep writing. I know I haven't really talked to You that much today, but I've made this story one of my biggest priorities. You understand, right? Maybe later we can..."
But her voice trails off as her mind is swept once more into her made-up fantasy world. God is pleased with the story so far, and He's even managed to take control of the keyboard and weave in some clever references to His own book. But He knows what their relationship needs.
If she doesn't want to meet up with Him, He isn't going to force her to. But He's a jealous God, and He won't give up.
She is splayed on her bed with her Tablet in one hand, but as she waits for it to load, her copy of God's book catches her eye. She stares at it for a couple seconds, then blinks and refocuses on the Tablet.
God enters just as she's logging into Blogger. "Oh. My. Gosh. I have a new comment! This is so exciting - I have to come up with the most amazing reply ever." She looks up. "Oh, hey there, God. I got a new comment and a new follower today, if you can believe it!"
God watches her for several minutes and then tries to gently pull the device from her hands. She jerks it back. "Whoa, whoa, whoa! What are you doing? After I reply to this comment, there are some new posts to read and leave comments on too. I'm not done yet. I know I haven't read in Your book yet, buuuuut..."
God wants nothing more than to wrap His arms around her and whisper love and encouragement into her ear, as well as listen to her pour out her woes and joys to Him, but she isn't open to that at the moment. She feels His nudging, His longing, but she shrugs Him off. Her hobbies consume her so that she has no time for God.
But that's not the problem. Not really. The problem is that she makes no time for God.
She stares at her book and sighs. The last thing she feels like doing is reading, even after that shocking plot twist.
She stares at her computer and makes a face. Her story isn't calling to her the way it has been.
She stares at her device and groans. A possible new comment, new follow, or new post to read doesn't excite her like it usually does.
Then she notices God standing in the corner, watching her. Of course. God loves her. God wants her. God always satisfies. "God!" she cries, and flings herself off the bed. He welcomes her with open arms and a huge smile, and she buries her face in His chest. "I'm so sorry, Lord."
He forgives her, of course. After all, He'd been waiting.
Please understand, reading is a wonderful hobby to have. So is writing. So is blogging. But to maintain a close relationship with God, you have to push those things aside frequently in order to make Him the priority. Do you pray more than you write, or is it the other way around? Do you meditate on Scripture more than you gush over the book you're reading, or is it vice versa? Is God first, or is He lower on the list? This is something I struggle with a lot.
When you shrug Him off, He doesn't love you any less. But He's a jealous, persistent, faithful God who doesn't give up. When you reach the end of your rope, run back to Jesus as fast as you can. I guarantee that He'll receive with open arms and a huge smile :D
The Lord's Truly,