$3 worth of God, please

Our pastor quoted this poem yesterday.  It hit a little too close to home.

I would like to buy $3 worth of God, please.
Not enough to explode my soul or disturb my sleep,
but just enough to equal a cup of warm milk
or a snooze in the sunshine.
I don’t want enough of God to make me love a black man
or pick beets with a migrant.
I want ecstasy, not transformation.
I want warmth of the womb, not a new birth.
I want a pound of the Eternal in a paper sack.
I would like to buy $3 worth of God, please.

— Wilbur Rees

We want to be comforted, but never uncomfortable.  Loved, but not forced to be loving.  

I can look at my life over the past 10 years and see how God has taken me places I never thought I'd go.  And I said that I would never go.  God has HUGE plans for our little family.  I don't think it's anything earth-shattering, and I doubt we'll ever be known outside our small circle of friends and family.  But big plans.  He has asked me to give up control of our family size.  He's asked me to stay home with my crazy, unruly children and educate them myself.  Myself!  He has asked me to love my husband sacrificially.  In so many small ways, He asks me to follow His plan, not my own.  

I still have a long way to go, I don't think I've allowed God to truly transform my life.  But trusting Him with more of our decisions?  I can't imagine doing things any differently now.  He is so good to us.  This family of undeserving sinners.  

Perhaps I need to put back the paper sack, and step out into the ocean of His greatness.