Yet I have left me seven thousand in Israel, all the knees which have not bowed unto Baal, and every mouth which hath not kissed him. 1 Kings 19:18
I love the language of the King James Version and the beautiful picture it paints. In this history of Kings, Elijah felt all alone. And on two different occasions he said "and I, even I only, am left" (1 Kings 19:10 and 14). The thing was it wasn't so, God told him (in my own words), "no, no, you're not the only one I have seven thousand that hasn't loved Baal or kissed him."
We can see two things we can learn from this scripture. The first is that we are not alone in anything we go through. Their has been someone that has been there and done that, felt that way or said that. You know only a handful of people know stuff that I go through and in some ways I don't want people to know but there are other times I would like to stand and say I feel this way sometimes and cried a million tears (yep I cry) but there was someone (God) who has pulled me through. And if I would get honest who knows maybe someone would say, "yeah I've felt that same way and thought I was the only one but it's nice to know others have these feelings too."
Now back to the second part and the main reason for this blog. Seven thousand in Israel were devoted to God and they loved him. And one thing I can say is I don't know nothing about love and that's the truth because I have different love for different people. I show my Dad and Mom, my family, and my adopted family (that's you Dad and Mom B. and my other people I've claimed) the same kind of love. Friends have a different kind of love but the love I'm talking about is the gooey and smoochy love that in some ways make me sick (I'm kidding) but I've never known that. But for some odd reason I associate us loving God like that. Am I making any sense?
Let me explain a little further. My friend Dawn has fell madly in love and I'm really happy for her and you know she is in love because she is always talking about Seth. That's exactly how we should be, so madly in love with God that nothing else matters around us. OK another example and hopefully it won't get me killed. I'm with friends (insert wink here), me and my friend after our women's conference spent the night at the camp grounds. Well the next day when my friend's husband (coughing and inserting Dad B. here) came to get us, we are sitting in the car and next thing I know he is looking at his wife (insert Mom B. here) and he proceeds to say "oh baby I missed you and I love you." (OK maybe I might be overreacting.) So anyways I'm in the car and he doesn't care but he wanted his wife to know he missed her and loved her and he didn't care who was around. Well after all that went down I had to be funny and say, "well what about me?" LOL! And at this moment Dad and Mom B. are flabbergasted but the bright side is I didn't use your real names. (I love ya guys!!!)
So I might not know anything about a real relationship but I want people to be able to see and know that I been loving and kissing on God. And I don't want to be afraid of who is around. Because real love isn't ashamed to smooch and hear the annoying kid in the back ground saying, "yuck would you all cut that out!"
My question for you (and I'm doing my best Uncle Sam impression), who you kissing?