There's nothing more rewarding than knowing you have served God's purpose, that you have listened to the nudges of the Holy Spirit and obeyed. The reward is knowing you are counted part of the mystery of God that exists outside the pages of His Word and outside the gathering place we call church. It is humbling and honoring to have been asked to perform some small service. Out of the billions of souls on this planet, you were chosen.
I won't say who or what it was about. I don't want this to become pride filled. That would steal the joy of having served the Lord quietly, without recognition, without fanfare as we are all called to do. It would corrode the joy of bringing the Lord's peace to someone who was hurting. I only want to share my delight in having discovered once again He is the God of all things.
Every atom and chromosome of life is His, from blue algae to great blue whales. From Antarctica to the North Pole, from China all the way around the world to China, is His. From the deepest stretches of space to the bottom of our oceans is His. Out teeniest, tiniest concerns are His concerns. Our teeniest, tiniest hopes are His hopes. Our teeniest, tiniest hurts are His hurts. All of it. The big struggles and the mundane day to day routines fall beneath His watchful eye 24/7.
It's not a judgemental eye. He is not watching us to condemn us when we sin or wander off track. He's not watching to see if we go to church every Sunday, or go to a Bible study, or if we say prayers every day. He's not watching us to take our measure of how good or bad of a Christian we are. He understands. His eye is the eye of Grace. Grace has no yardstick.
He meets us where we are yet at the same time encourages us to become more than we are. Again, without judging. In fact, He will make sure we have all the help we need and will use anything, anyone and everything in and of this world to speak to us of His love. What the enemy uses to try and destroy us, He will redeem and use it for His purpose. I find that a very comforting thought that helps ease the pain of my own experiences.
All He asks of us is our trust.
That human struggle is a whole other blog.
"And when He had spoken this, He said to him, "Follow Me."" Jn 21:19
The Black River is a journey in faith. It delves into an exploration of life: from the calm, clear waters of the good days, the mundane, to the swirling eddies and deep waters of issues that face every one of us. Thank you for visiting this site. You can contact me personally at: godandtheblackriver@gmail.com
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