It’s not your average self-help book with things to check off and make habits of. It tells the story of how she went from zero to something other than zero. And not just in the striving to not be zero, but in striving toward fighting for herself, and for her life with God.
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.
And after we lift up the darkness to be covered in His light, we can be lead to actions, and prayers, and solutions, in His name. In His plans, asking His kingdom come, this surrender leads to hope, and resolution by His mighty name, not our own.
So bring your “wordless sighs,” and “aching groans” to the feet of Jesus, and let him bathe them in His marvelous light.
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?
need, he lifts us up. When we need comfort he sends a friend, or a word straight from him. When we need a miracle, he is ready to give it. We don’t have to work for it, we don’t deserve it, but he loves to do it. I imagine him up in heaven watching us receive these gifts. I imagine he is smiling as we take that first taste and close our eyes in satisfaction. I imagine that he watches our eyes light up and revels in the joy that he has created just for us.
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,
