The devil would love nothing more than for us to remain where we are. He would love for us to look around and say “hmm this is good. All of this is good. All of this is enough.” He would love for us to put on blinders to the world around us and focus on what we already have. He would love for us to look at our businesses, our families, our ministry, our marriages, our dreams and say “well it’s good enough. I think I’ll just stay here…” He would do a little dance, he would claim victory over us, he would know that his work there was done.
Can you imagine if God told us all of the plans He had for our lives? If God had let us know the pandemic was coming, the devastating hurricanes, the strife in Afghanistan, the turmoil in our personal lives: would we have trusted that He could make good of all that? Do we even trust that now? And how do we deal with the things we’ve prepared for for years, being pulled out from under us? Was this God’s plan? How can he make this good?
When I was in elementary school, my Grandpa took on the task of teaching me to play tennis. He bought me a brand new racket,
He can literally use anything to speak, and yet, we want him to speak in specific ways so that we have control over the way it looks, and so that we don’t have to seek him in order to understand. We don’t want to have to stop and give him our eyes, but that’s the only way to hear him.
What I realized when I read this verse is that there is a distinct difference between feeling joy in a moment God gave to me, and pursuing those moments as the only way to fill my soul. I don’t need to withhold my joy when I feel it bubbling up, but I do need to be sure that what I seek is not simply that joy.
I am not worthy of this call on my own, but because he chose me for the call of motherhood, I am worthy. It is not my own patience, my own shining parental abilities, my own strength, or my own ideas. It is hands down, plain and simple, only the grace of God that enables me to get through each day.