A lot has been stirring in my heart here lately and God has been teaching me so much. However, I’ve had a hard time being able to condense it all into words that would make sense to someone out side of my crazy brain. So, as I sit here on this rainy fall day, smelling spaghetti in the kitchen- the melancholy hits. It’s time to try to relay some of this in hopes that you get a glimpse of my heart- but more so, that you get a glimpse of His heart.
I’ve touched on this some in another blog, but- ever since I can remember; the little things have always meant so much to me. From the minor details, smiles, laughs, time together, the smell of coffee, cartoons, fall, sunsets- the list goes on. I’ve always said that the little things will always add up to be the big things.
The things worth remembering,
The things worth holding on to,
The things that can bring a smile to your face,
The things that soothe your soul.
Now, loving the little things also comes with a lot. I’m pretty reflective, pretty sentimental, and pretty observant. I think a lot. Sometimes this is a beautiful thing, and other times- it’s satans playground. With the race getting closer and closer, I have been warned that satan would throw ANYTHING he could my way to get me off course. Well guess where he chose to attack? Ding, ding, ding! My thoughts. (I hate even giving him this much credit in even talking about him, but the details important to get to the good stuff.) I got to thinking about my past, my shortcomings, my failures, and my constant mistakes. In thinking about all of these things I believed the lie that because of all of these things- God couldn’t use me on this race. That I was too broken, too tainted, too messy, too stained, too dirty.
LIES. Straight up lies from the pit of hell.
As I believer, I know in my soul that none of these things are true. That God loves me, He has chosen me, He has called me, He has cleansed me and He has washed me. That this whole thing is in HIS hands, and He has me here for a purpose far beyond what I could ever comprehend. That He is the ultimate clockmaker, and my time is all set out in the book of life- and HE is NOT surprised by anything. He KNEW the exact steps it would take to get me to this place and time. He KNEW that some days would give me more than I could take. He KNEW that I would fall and fail. He KNEW that I would be broken and messy- BUT, He KNEW that I was HIS child. He KNEW that I would fall in love with this world and the people in it. And He KNEW that one day He would ask me to GO, despite all things me.
As Jesus began to silence the enemy and declare His sovereignty over my life, He placed this little word in my path.
Tetelestai.
This Greek work translates to the final phrase that Jesus said: “It is finished”. In New Testament times it also was stamped on receipts and meant “paid in full”. Now I had heard this word before from some very special people- but it had never rang as true to me, as it has in this season. This little word has become such a big deal.
It is finished.
I don’t have to work for His love.
He succeeded where I fail.
He thought I was worth it.
He died, so I could walk in grace and love.
Not fear, failure, or mistakes.
It is finished, and He has paid my debt in full.
Hallelujah, what a Savior.
What freedom to be found in the love of Jesus.
Thank you Jesus for speaking life into me when I can’t seem to get past the muck and the yuck. Thank you for the comfort in knowing You are here with me. Thank you for using the little things to get my attention and point me to you. Thank you for finding me to be enough. Thank you for grace. For giving me the opportunity to walk in love, and seeing me as Yours– not for what I have done. Thank you for laying down your life- that I may live. Help me declare this revelation as I prepare and go to the nations.
“But you were washed, you were sanctified, you were justified in the name of the Lord Jesus Christ and by the Spirit of our God.” 1 Cor. 6:11
