You belong.
Can you hear Him telling you?
The heavens declare it. Every whisper of wind that breathes through each leaf on every tree, that snakes between each blade of grass, that whips up snow on each mountain top chiseling out the dramatic crevasse that hangs precariously over the edge waiting. Waiting for the moment of upset, the slight nudge that sends a cascade of rushing ice, rocks, and snow hurdling down the slope destroying everything in its path.
YOU belong.
I am under qualified. I am a wreck. I don’t love God as I should. I don’t have the answers and when I think I do, I don’t even follow my own advice.
Don’t settle for mediocrity. Don’t settle for normalcy. BE. Be who you were created to be.
You could do it you know.
Say no, choose a different path, get a job, even a great job. Find a spouse, even a great spouse. You could have those kids, adopt those orphans and minister to those people. You could stay in the same house for the rest of your life and be as rooted and settled as ever. You could maintain those friendships that are so dear to you. You could travel the world, jumping from one continent to the next in search of some new meaning to life.
You could. And I would bless you.
BUT you could also come home. You could listen to that beating of your heart when eternity whispers of something more. You could wait in that still small silent calm and choose to see the steadfast eyes gazing on you in the midst of the storm. You could refuse to believe that miracles only happened “in those days” that God only uses him or her.
You could choose to believe that maybe you are royalty. You could listen to those longings of your heart that cry out during the greatest adventure novels when the good and gracious knight defeats the terror in the dark. The part of you that longs to be that warrior clad and ready for any battle. Willing to go through the sleepless nights and overcast days. Willing to walk the miles away from the comforts of the familiar in the name of one great quest. The quest, not for your identity, but because of who you are. The quest for the one thing that your very being shakes and cries out to. Because YOU, even you, belong.
The Lord is weaving together your story, but you get to choose whether or not you say yes. I have to choose to believe that it is not a waste, that each thread has a purpose, each color is hand picked, each motion has been carefully practiced.
We choose. Get caught up in the story…
Or not…
At the end of the day, He still loves you. He always will. BUT, the real question is, do you love YOU? Will you choose to see your worth? Will you choose to see that you are valued?
Because if we can't possible see how or why the Lord loves us, than how can we begin to love our neighbor?
