First day of school

Recently, a friend was discussing her daughter preparing for the first day of kindergarten. The little one was so excited.
Do you remember those days? When you finally got to set out all those clothes your mom bought or made you over the summer and had the perfect outfit picked out - top, bottom, shoes, socks...the new backpack and lunchbox...the fresh pencils and folders. Remember picking the tallest dandelion on the walk to school to decorate your locker, or give to a friend or teacher?

As adults, we should still give ourselves those little moments of excitement and discovery. Why can't we approach each new day as one where we may make a new friend, learn a new subject, create new art, find new beauty?
We don't need to be young to see each day as a gift from God to embrace and relish.
I want to start my day looking forward to new adventures and exciting moments, not the humdrum of sameness and routine activity.

Adults of the world, let's make some changes! We need to see that each day is unique and created by God for us to enjoy. Eden wasn't the only garden we lost - we lose the glory of nature every day that we sit idly by and do not see it through new eyes. 
Be like the children - Jesus even encouraged it. When you see the weeds on your lawn as wild flowers...and dandelions gone to seed as wish makers, you will be on the way.

Today is the day the LORD has made - let us rejoice, and be glad in it.

daddy, why do you keep seeing God?

Years ago, in the midst of great illness, my father fell into a fever and told me of the two men who came and sat with him. Men in long white robes whom he assumed were angels. "They asked about you" he told me.
I laughed it off at the time, telling him that it was ok to have imaginary friends, but was bothered that they knew about me. In retrospect, it may have been a sign that things were going to change for me if I was open to it.

Last month, he was ill again, hallucinating about all sorts of things and when he came back he mentioned that he felt between two worlds - not quite in heaven but not at all on earth. During this period of a few hours he was horrible to Liz and I as we tried to console him and keep him from hurting himself.
Once he came back to us, he didn't remember what he had said to us, but repeated over and over that he wouldn't want to be God, because God is so lonely. Two distinct thoughts have developed.

I am unsure of what was tormenting him. I don't know why he felt the job of "god" was being offered. But with the abuse he was spitting out, it seems that something with totally evil intent was giving him an option to leave earth and be a deity. How typical for Satan to sneak into the brain of an elderly, sick man and and try to use him as a tool in his evil plan. How wondeful that my dad found the way back to earth and to us and was left with the wonder that being God would be lonely.
That leads to my second thought.

Is God lonely? If so, is it because I spend less time with Him than I should? Was it God who sent my father from delirium to sanity to let me know that I needed to get back on track? I am pelted with thoughts and questions and insecurities...but I know that if I pray, and pray, and pray, I may finally figure this out.