I awoke this morning to my husband getting ready for work. He’s a good man. In fact, he is The Man. Ask around. I am not even kidding. I decided to make something of my day since he was off to save lives. I mean, I want to have something to say to him when he comes home with the list of lives he saved on his 48 hour shift. Laundry seemed like a logical beginning. Then coffee. Then Jesus. No, it doesn’t bother me that I did two things before I read my Bible.
I have had this discussion with people. I think God cares more that I am paying attention and coherent when I sit to learn and listen instead of insisting I open my eyeballs and pick up my Bible. I usually fall asleep if I do that. And, while I am sure God isn’t offended, I am sure sometimes he thinks, “Silly girl. Too many rules.” So, I wake up, maybe spend a few minutes with my groggy and still snuggly kids, and then make my way to my Bible.
Here is what I realized:
I take too much for granted. I feel like things will be there when I finally decide to get to them.
I have blessings
more than I know
I am not thankful enough
I have love
more than I show
I do not share it enough
I have time
more than I spend
I do not use it enough
I have a song
more than I share
I do not sing it enough
I have a gift
His name is Jesus
He alone is more than enough
I take for granted too much. I want to be arrested in my heart. Bleeding for those who are too drained after a lifetimes of grief to bleed anymore.
I am too lacking in compassion. I do not hurt with people. To be honest, someone will trip and I giggle a little and THEN ask if they are OK. Well, that isn’t always a big deal, but I find it rolls over to the serious moments.
Yesterday I read a news caption on one of those tickers on the bottom of the TV screen. A pilot of a small plane crashed into the Truckee Airport. He died.
My first thought was a prayer, “Lord, please don’t let it be someone I know.” I felt terrible for saying it, even in my mind. Why would that matter? So that I would not hurt? What about that man’s family? His mother? His wife? His kids? What did I just say? That it’s OK for him to be dead if I am not affected? Is that what I meant?
So, I asked for forgiveness for my narrow-minded heart and began again. I prayed for that man’s heart- that he would be with Jesus. I prayed for his family and anyone affected. I prayed that God would use this time to be heard by those left behind. I put myself in his wife’s place and it hurt.
I read once that you should be a part of what breaks your heart. I think I get too busy to know what that looks like. No matter what I try, my calendar overloads. I want to be radical. I even know some of the drastic moves I need to make, but they are counter intuitive and they make me have to focus on things inconvenient and not self satisfying.
“Would you open up my eyes so I can see? Would you open up my ears so I can hear? Would you open up my mind so I can know? Would you open up my heart so I can love you more.
I wanna serve you my God. I want to give you all of me?”- Shawn McDonald
I want to mean this with all of my heart. I want to make room. I want to see all that God wants me to see. I want my eyes to be closed to all the nonsense that keeps me from living with purpose. No exceptions. I want to clear the stage.
I love this song by Jimmy Needham
It breaks my heart and makes me hopeful that I am not as callous as I think sometimes. It challenges me to seek.