It hasn’t even been 48 hours since announcing my commitment to the World Race, and the outpouring of love and support from my closest friends, family and even brief acquaintances has been absolutely overwhelming. I am so so thankful and I cannot even being to express my gratitude. I’m reminded of Lamentations 3:22-23, The Lord’s loving kindness indeed never ceases, for his compassions never fail. They are new every morning; great is Your faithfulness.
Something I did not expect to get were phrases such as “You’re amazing.” And while this truly warms my heart that someone would ever think so highly of me, it simply is not true. Now this isn’t me trying to be humble or unable to take a compliment, it’s a fact. I’m messy. Broken. And if you’ve spent any amount of time with me, you know I’m weepy.
You know how on all those family sitcoms the kids would be messing around at some point, kicking a ball in the living room or something and break their mom’s most valued vase? There’d be dramatic music and close up frames and one kid would be really upset while their brother would say something along the lines of “Oooooo, you’re in trouble now!” Well anyways, the kid would try to superglue the vase back together, but we all know it didn’t look the same. Shards would be missing, pieces out of order, superglue everywhere, but somehow that vase was even more valuable now than before.
That vase is us, friends. That vase is me. Jesus floods in and sticks to all the messy, broken and weepy parts and makes something beautiful. (Cue Gungor’s Beautiful Things). Does it have flaws? Of course. Scars and Wounds? Most definitely. But that’s the thing about Jesus. He’s not out searching for the most perfect person. I mean Jesus himself said, “Those who are well don’t need a doctor, but the sick do need one, I didn’t come to call the righteous, but sinners.” (Mark 2:17) Just look at Paul, David, the woman at the well. They were all messy people, who God used to do beautiful and amazing things.
Somehow God called me, messy, weepy Paige, to go out on this journey. An exciting, scary, beautiful, nerve racking adventure. And I cannot wait to see what beautiful things He has in store. So next time you give me a “You’re amazing,” please do not be surprised or at all offended if I respond, “No, but my God is.”
Father, I love you. I thank you for the plans you have laid before me, for calling me your daughter no matter how messy or weepy I am. I thank you for the wonderful people you have blessed me with, to go on this journey with me. I pray this journey will be a blessing to them and all accolades will be given to you. All honor and glory to you forever and ever. Amen.
Y’all are the best. Thanks for all your support and taking the time to read my thoughts. The next time I see you there’s a 100% chance it will involved hugs and a 40% chance it’ll involve my tears.
Side note: I’m looking for a super clever hashtag for my adventure. Because we all know it’s no legit until there’s a hashtag about it. So if you’re great with words and come up with something, send it my way! Even if it’s terrible actually, those are the best ones.
