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It feels like no matter how far I find myself from the starting line, the finish moves a little further out. All the “things” multiply and I end my days with pictures of my to-dos and failures circling my head like Tweety Bird after a fall. God has blessed me so richly and yet some days I feel so human, sinful, and ungrateful.
Here’s a fun snapshot of my week: I couldn’t stop from being rushed and irritated all the time. I couldn’t stop being anxious. I couldn’t get this blog and or any social media postings completed as I should have. My kids were fighting the entire week. Chronic pain dominated my every moment. Seriously, how much time do you all have for me to vent, (because I’m pretty sure I could go on a for paragraphs)? Ugh. Anybody feel me?
In the midst of it all this week Paul has been on my heart. In my opinion, Paul is #lifegoals. He came from immense sin and through Christ became a persecuted bible superstar of sorts, abandoning all for the sake of the cross. Yet, in the thick of it all he still said this:
I’m not saying that I have this all together, that I have it made. But I am well on my way, reaching out for Christ, who has so wondrously reached out for me. Friends, don’t get me wrong: By no means do I count myself an expert in all of this, but I’ve got my eye on the goal, where God is beckoning us onward—to Jesus. I’m off and running, and I’m not turning back.Philippians 3:12-14 (The Message)
To me, that just feels like Paul lifting my chin and telling me to get back up and keep going. All the moments of completion, fulfillment, triumph, and joy will never barricade the moments of failure, temptation, and regret from sneaking through and running amock every once in a while. Yet with some grace, some forgiveness, and an eye on the cross living a life redeemed and marked for glory is just as near as it was during the shinier moments of life.
Humanity is surely a messier and bumpier ride than I ever anticipated it to be as a kid. All the freedom and possibilities it seemed to hold gave way to a big old bucket of uncertainty and winging it mixed with triumph, grace, and forgiveness. However, I have learned one thing for certain: none of that surprises God. He made us fully human and imperfect and fully in need of Him.
On the way home from church today the song “Resurrecting Me” was like a bullet for my weary spirit. Here is a snapshot of the lyrics (scroll to the bottom to listen to the full song):
By Your spirit I will rise“Resurrecting Me”, Elevation Worship
From the ashes of defeat
The resurrected King, is resurrecting me
In Your name I come alive
To declare Your victory
I feel like Paul would say that those lyrics define #lifegoals. Last week I focused on the freedom from my shame, pain, and
Not only that, but we rejoice in our sufferings, knowing that suffering produces endurance, and endurance produces character, and character produces hope, and hope does not put us to shame, because God’s love has been poured into our hearts through the Holy Spirit who has been given to us.Romans 5:3-5
So here is my plan for this week friends: endure and let my resurrected King resurrect me. I WILL rise from the ashes of defeat and declare victory. Will you join me?
P.S. On a more practical note I am going to stretch my blog postings out to every 2 weeks from now on. I hoping it will give me more time to focus on connecting with each of you as well as allowing me more chances to fill my own cup a little more often than I have been.