This whole week I have been pondering one question. Is God enough? At church on Sunday I stood in worship and suddenly I felt God saying, “I am not just enough, I am more than enough.” I sat down and the Pastors introduction to his sermon came and then he said, I named this sermon, “Is God enough?” Yeah that hit hard.
This whole year, i have been planning to go away on the World Race missions trip. I have been passionate, excited and eager about what God has in store for me. These are all good things. But what if, just what if I didn’t go? (In no way do I mean here I am backing out or that I feel God asking me to let go of this ministry) But I got to thinking lately, if God asked me to let it all go, would he be at the day more than enough for me?
At training camp we had a conversation about expectations and about our rights. What rights do we have? Do I have the right to freedom of speech, saftey, comfort, shelter, happiness etc. Is it selfish for me to think that I have the right to life, to my family being safe and protected, to not be persecuted for my faith and be who I want to be?
I am taken back to the cross, it all began there for me. I was chosen by God to share in life with Him through the cross. I am no longer a stranger, now I am HIs child. What does it mean? Is Christianity defined as a people who are blessed and now free from all harm and persecution? Does it mean that the abundance that God promises us are dealt out with material wealth and possessions? How have I viewed my faith?
I feel that instead of rights, I have grace. I am under grace and its by the grace of God that I am alive, that I have all these things. I have no right to anything, but its in His unconditional love that he gives me more than enough. I have come to realize that I have a lot to give up this year. I have no right that all of you who are love so dearly will be safe from harm or suffering while I am gone. I have no right to safety out on the feild, a voice to speak out with in some countries, I will have to keep silent, because I am a woman. I have no right to food, shelter, health safety.
My one right, my one promise it the cross, I have the right to be loved by my God, to love him and to serve him. I have a right to freedom in Christ, that he will walk with me and carry with him the burdens I may face. In the bible Job was sifted by Satan. God allowed him to take away Jobs family, living, and health. Still even when his closest friends tried to tell him that he should give up on God, or that somehow he must be to blame because his “blessings” were now gone, Job stood firm that God was and will be more than enough for him.
I want my heart to be broken to the place that if God took it all away I would still be on my knees hands lifted high singing boldly, “How Great is our God” Honestly I am not there. My selfish flesh is still trying to hang on to my loved ones, to grasp to any kind of control, but I press on. Today I look at the hero’s of our faith. Abraham who was willing to give up his promised child, Job who lost everything, Paul who was persecuted relentlessly and continued on Praising our Lord and all those who daily risk their lives, to share the truth. May I become more like them.
