There is a river whose streams make glad the city of God, the holy place where the Most High dwells. God is within her, she will not fall; God will help her at break of day. Nations are in uproar, kingdoms fall; he lifts his voice, the earth melts. Psalm 46:4-6
He sits plump in a lawn chair. Gazing at the fall leaves. They seem to fall faster these days.
She drives to the gym. Eagerly seeking reprieve from the anxiety that haunts as she looks in the mirror.
He lays steadily, gaze pointed towards the television. Hoping numbness will set in soon.
She creeps slowly into the hospital room. Maybe good news will come today.
He rises once again to the pulpit. God’s Word thick upon his heart and breath. He prays, “please Lord touch these hearts.”
Different people in different places. With different praises and different prayers. Separate anxieties, their own numbing fears, hoping for end from separate sorrows. Joyful praises departing at different moments but all bound for the same King.
Sometimes I long to be more like him. Or to look more like her. That my actions would seek a different direction, something other than my own. That God would have fashioned me a bit different, a bit better at this or that. But I do Him such disservice when I long to be someone other than my own.
My breath, my life, exhaled from Him into me so that I might know life. My life, His life, Him in me. It’s not my mission to look as good as my neighbor or play as hard as my best friend. It’s my mission to run after Him.
Living life in a wheelchair when I’m old, or running a marathon when I’m young. Tapping a message on my computer or scrawling it on the pages of my journal. God stands by me the same. He is my safe. My place. My always. It is well with my soul regardless of circumstance.
So I will gladly rise and meet today’s mission. Loving all I can where I’m at. It’s a privilege only I will have. No one else can love my children, sing praise to the King on my behalf, sweat at the gym for me, do my laundry, pen my blog, or take my daughter to dance rehearsals. God saved these beautiful things for me.
He saved the beauty of your day for you. Lets hug life like it’s fluffy, our life, your life, His life in you – right where you are and always striving for more of Him.