I had very offical plans today. I was going to get up, have my coffee, chat with a few friends, go to Zumba, shower and then head to a coffee shop to write fabulous posts for y’all to read. As I was driving back from Zumba I remembered I told a friend I would visit her and her 2 month old sometime today.
I ended up there for the remainder of my afternoon. We chatted about how we tend to treat the Holy Spirit as a “Genie” and how we don’t like that about ourselves. We dicussed what the 21st century may look like. We walked, I cuddled with my “nephew”.
Now I’m trying to write while being completely void of anything that resembles creativity. The coffee shop is loud and the live music has just begun unloading. The old man staring from the corner is starting to creep me out eventhough I am doing my best to ignore him.
Today has not gone as I have expected. But today has been grand.
We need to be more comfortable with the unexpected, to see the beauty it posses.
From and early age and for as long as I’ve heard stories about myself, I’ve always asked questions. I have received more than my fair share of “Because I said so” answers. An answer to my question will either lead to more questions or stop them all together.
Scripture is riddled with questions. It was a teaching technic of the Pharisee’s. It is why so often Jesus asks questions and why we see him answering questions with yet another question. Noticing this pattern, I’ve been thinking about what people the people in Scripture asked of God.
Moses asked to see God’s glory and was shown the back of God. Solomn asked for wisdom and was given wisdom and riches beyond compare. In Isaiah, King Azah is told to test God and ask for a sign, his arrogant reply is no. So God says “this will be a sign–a virgin will conceive and bare the Son of God.” When the blind me confront Jesus, he asks them “What is it you want?” They want to see and He gives them sight. In Matthew 6 we are told to ask, seek and knock. In John 16 we’re told that anything we ask in Jesus’ name we’ll be given.
So what are you asking for? What questions do you need God to answer? It was May of 2009 and in a moment of frustrated prayer I asked God why I was at a job that was sucking the life out of me. I asked why it couldn’t just be Him, me and the Word in my apartment. In July of 2009, I was fired. And thus began an 18 month journey of sitting with God and His Word in my apartment.
Curious, frustrated, happy or sad–He answers our questions–with answers are often bigger than we can comprehend. Why? He certainly doesn’t have to answer them. But He does. What kind of questions are you asking? Are they the kind of questions that receive big, only-God-can-get-the-glory answers?
If we want big answers, maybe we need to ask bigger questions?
It was a fake-it-till-you-make-it kind of day. There wasn’t anything major happening, just a lot of small dissappointments that seemed to add up. I had started thinking about all the dreams that have yet to come true and found myself in a small downward sprial towards despair. I litterally counted the minutes untill I could go to bed and wake up knowing that tomorrow is new and so are it’s mercies.
As I was washing my face before bed I noticed the index card in the corner of my mirror. It reads:
“Abba, I surrender my will and my life to you without any reservation and with boundless confidence, for you are my loving Father…” ~Brennan Manning
With Boundless Confidence.
I had neither that day. But I have a loving Father who restores both of those things on a moment by moment basis, and for that, I can never be thankful enough.
You know the moments I’m talking about, right? You are thinking of one right now. Yeah, it’s one ofthosemoments.
It isn’t embarrassing or silly. It’s definitely not insignificant. But it is brief, fleeting.
It’s definitely not small though.
It’s the moment when all-is-right-with-the-world. It’s the moment when you realize the mundane has been infused with a little of the extraordinary.
I just had one of those moments. I was driving home with the windows down and the hot night air was whipping my hair around and making my skin sticky, whilst a very familiar song played on the radio.
I had one of those moments two days ago when I was making pizza with four lovely young women, whom I’ve had the privilege of watching grow up. They aren’t the same women I met seven years ago. They each remind me of me in their own little way.
I have these moments when I sit on the beach at sunset. Or when I laugh at an inside joke with a friend. Or when I hear my family laugh and out-talk each other.
These are brief and fleeting moments, but they are definitely not small.
I was trying to complete Day 2 of week 4 in my Couch to 10K training program. This particular morning it was kicking my butt. I’m a sweaty, hot mess running in public. Loverly, really.
So, I’m running listening to my headphones, contemplating the teaching I was giving the next week about how our significance is found in Jesus Christ, when a skinny-mini runs by all happy, looking cute in her running clothes (that actually match) and I feel myself slipping into the “If I looked like that then _________” thought pattern.
As I look down to see how much longer I actually have to be running I hear the words and music that are playing in my ears. It’s Mandsia’s True Beauty…and ”it’s not about Sex in the City, it’s about purity and true beauty.”
It was in that moment I recognized how Satan had come to steal the true thoughts of my worth in Christ via a skinny-mini in matching running clothes. Well, this hot mess isn’t going to let him.“It is in Christ I find out who I am and what I am living for.”Eph 1:11 (Msg)
Ecclesiastes 3 tells us there is a time for every activity under heaven and that we cannot fathom what God has done from the beginning to the end.
I believe time to be a bitter sweet necessity in our lives.Bitterbecause we get frustrated with God when He does not do things in our time-frame.Sweetbecause if he hadn’t given us a 24-hr day, who knows what we would try to accomplish! We need time and yet it can be the very thing that keeps us from continuing to follow Christ whole heartedly. It can be a deterrent of trust.
I know in my own life I seem to be frustrated the most when God has said no to something I think would be best for me, right now. Whether it was a great career or the man I wanted to marry, God said its not time yet.
What is it you had hoped God would do, but you have yet to see it happen? Let me encourage you with this–Abraham was 75 when God told him he would father a great nation. He was 85 when God promised him a son and 100-years-old when Isaac was born.
What God has promised to do for you
He. Will. Do.
And He will do it when it is impossible for us to get any glory in the accomplishing. There is a time for everything. Do not let being caught here on this earth, stuck in time, deter you from trusting the One who lives in eternity.