For a moment, my life has a slight feel of normal, knowing full-well “normal” is only a setting on my dryer and this moment shall soon pass and crazy will resume. I’m sitting in an empty restaurant watching time stand still.
I’ve been missing in action for nearly two months now, and it’s taken almost that long to learn which end is up. I walked fully into the unknown waters of faith, the place that holds no border. My greatest desire is to see Him face to face standing in this vast, borderless land.
I now share my time with a job that never ends (restaurant management) and have an income that is less than enough. Yet, I watch God provide. I see His hand of providence moving in such a fresh way, and it moves me. It moves me to crave He who tells the trees to grow and causes the clouds to swirl in the sky.
I find myself no longer hidden away in the woods where the world cannot see me. I am smack dab in the middle of the public, visible. My every action is watched and noticed. Do my pores ooze God?
I take the challenge presented to me seriously. I stepped into a restaurant known for horrible service, and it is mine to change. The only way I know how to make a change like that is God and God alone (yes, He is my answer for every part of life in case you were wondering). Jesus was a servant to the least of these; He stooped to wash feet. Feet! The one and only son of God, savior of the universe, Jesus, washed yucky, toe jam, dirt covered, hairy, nasty feet. I have a feeling, in this day and age, he would have cleaned toilets too.The only way I know how to make a change like that is God and God alone Click To Tweet
The only way I know how to make a lasting change is to introduce a servant’s heart, the heart of Christ. While the cursor blinks away emptily on my blog, my actions are speaking louder than my words for once. Don’t think I’ve left you.
Within surrender, a new way of life takes shape. Seeking Christ in the stillness has new meaning when stillness seldom comes. God is good, and I praise Him for He knows every detail of my life.
In the quiet, I hear “release the brokenhearted.” This phrase runs laps around my brain on a daily basis, and I confess not to understand. Maybe subsequent posts will reveal the depths of this message. I am only that little teapot short and stout, “Fill me up, Lord, and pour me out!”
“Just be you,” God says to me. “I made you–trust that. Just be you and I will work in you and through you.” So, I surrender completely remembering that surrender is a daily thing. One day at a time, I lift my voice through the crazy and offer Him praise because of the valley of Romans 1:21 and my time spent there is fresh on my mind. The dark corridors of the inner recesses of my mind are only one “forget” away, and I won’t go back. Life outside the cave is more than I imagined.
I pray it is not another two months until I am back here again. In the meanwhile, Praise Him! Lavish Him with gratitude and adoration not only for the good He has done but because you breathe. His name is greatly to be praised!