I have several projects I’m working on…which means, I am highly distractable. Knowing this about myself use to discourage me. Mainly because I compared myself to others who appeared to be uber focused and then made a business out of it.
When personal wake-up calls come, (Which I experienced in a shocking way seven years ago.) we hopefully look around and come to terms with the discrepancies of what we say we believe and how that’s working out for us…if we surrender to the grace of God in these opportunities, shifts begin to happen.
Only God really knows what shifts need to take place. We can take good guesses and no doubt others will offer their perspectives, but unless we shut down the noise, throw some good fits and cry “uncle,” we set ourselves up for another trip around the same freaking mountain. (Pardon my passion…I’ve got several mountatins I am too acquainted with.)
After my gloriously, horrific wake-up call, I began letting go of my propensity to compare myself to others and decided to explore what I could do with how God made me…the thought of it would send me into wide-open fields of sunshine, lots of honeysuckles and even more space to sit, walk or run in…with an audience of One. If one word could sum it up…
to stumble, fumble, win races and lose some…but with a tenacious heart to keep my eyes on the prize. Come hell or high water, I would not give up…and knowing the desire not to give up was an extravagant gift of God’s grace.
Nathan and I have a friend who I call my ING friend. I might have a tendency to state things in such a manner that I’ve arrived even before the journey is over. When I make bold statemtents that imply I’ve got it all figured out, he simply restates what I’ve said that more aptly conveys the journey I’m on.
For instance, I told our friend I was going to write a blog entitled “How I Learned To Grieve.” His response? “How I Am Learning to Grieve.” Actually before he replied, I knew it was coming…I recognized shortly after it came out of my mouth that I haven’t arrived at learning how to grieve. Just today I got mail with my dad’s name on it. Before I could look at who it was from, tears were pouring out. Just seeing his name in writing evoked strong emotion.
For sure there are some things we’ve arrived at…like knowing 2 + 2 = 4…we can arrive at memorizing scripture, showing up at church on Sunday and a bucket load of other things we can check off our to-do lists. However, when it comes to matters of faith and our heart, it’s the beautiful journey of grace that frees us from the pressure to perform, compare or conform to images that also fall short of the glory of God.
If our goal is to become like Jesus, we get the journey…we get the narrow gate of the One-Way that opens up to wide-open spaces where we are free to be and to become. If we breathe this in and rest in what this means, we can live with abandon in a safe and secure Kingdom that doesn’t kick us out when we fall short…once in, we’re in.
Once in, the grace of God teaches us all we need to know and gives us the ability to grow…the Way, the Truth, and the Life is committed to finish the work He started in us. No preacher, teacher, spouse or friend is qualified to finish the work. For sure, God can use anyone to accomplish His purposes, but He alone knows us intimately and perfectly. He alone is fiercely committed to align every cell our being with Perfect. Love.
I pray there’s a snippet in my words that lifts a burden and lightens your load on this journey that is drenched in beautiful grace. Perhaps we can dare to see Jesus as the One who has arrived and has made provision in giving us His robe of righteousness…that when we stand before the Lord, we speak not of what we’ve done, but what He did for us.
“For now we see in a mirror dimly, but then face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully,. Even as I have been fully known. “ 1 Corinthians 13:12