I recently got a new job working as a Civil Engineer. Today I spent some time with the Lord and just sat in amazement. I felt Him tell me to “tell them how much I love you”. So here’s my attempt:
I have a daddy who loves me more than I could ever imagine. In my new job- I measure things. I spend all night up on a scissors lift measuring welding and joists and such in roof systems. I thought about that today as I was with the Lord, measuring. We measure everything nowadays. We measure things with rulers. We measure things with ultrasonic technology. We measure things with money. We measure things with time, speed, distance. There’s some things that we just can’t put a measurement on. For example, I can’t put a measurement on how much I love my family. I love them to the point that my heart hurts when I can’t be with them. I can’t put a measurement on how much I love that little boy Julio, to the point where I still think about him constantly and its been 2 months since I’ve seen his beautiful smile. I can’t put a measurement on time spent with these people.
Its never really taken a whole lot to make me happy to be honest. I’m usually a pretty content person who doesn’t need very much stuff. It makes me happy to go to a ball game with friends, or sit and play cribbage for 5 hours while watching a movie and eating applesauce out of the jar with Brit, or sit on my moms bed eating ice cream having late night chats, or watching a girl in the car next to me pluck her chin hairs as she is at a stop light. As long as I’m with my people, I’m alright. I’ve never really needed a whole lot of stuff. I love the fact that I just moved into a new place and all of my belongings fit into the closet of my bedroom.
People are value to me. And spending time with them is value to me.
I now have a job where I spend two weeks at a time in a hotel. This has been an incredible struggle for me for a few reasons. I don’t get to spend time with people. Ouch. This one stinks. And two, just a few months ago I was living in a mud hut, and now I’m living in a hotel room the size of Texas. I know this sounds silly, but I hate having a hotel room this fancy. I feel uncomfortable living in “luxury”, because to me…its not luxury at all. Luxury to me is living simple. Luxury to me is waking up every morning and getting a little glimpse of how much my Father loves me. How much God loves me. How much he provides for me and is there for me when I have no strength left.
This song has been on repeat for me lately. It says that God knew exactly what He was getting into when He called your name and when He chose you and He still wants you. He still calls your name, calls you to be His. He’s not shocked by our weaknesses and our sin and our brokeness. He loves.
There’s no ruler big enough to measure God’s love.
God has provided me with a job in engineering…at exactly the time I needed it. He has provided me a way to get out of debt…hopefully. He has provided me with a place to live. He has provided me with two of the best roomates that I could possibly ask for. He has provided me with a family that never needs plans, they just need each other. God is doing big things in my life, in my families lives, in the lives of His people all around the world.
I’m hoping with all my heart that love will always be what guides my life and my direction.
