It takes a certain amount of faith to ask God to calm a raging storm in one’s life. It takes greater faith to jump into the wild sea while the storm continues, trusting God with the results.
Sometimes I ask God for the Impossible, believing wholeheartedly that He will work miracles. Time after time I have seen the Impossible become reality, thanks to His amazing power and grace.
But other times, despite God’s prompting, I am too afraid to get out of the boat, to jump off the cliff, to take the first step down unknown paths that could change me forever. I am terrified to lose sight of the land, even if that is the only way to find the stars God intends for me to reach, the only way to shine in the darkness, so that Jesus Christ might be clearly seen.
In the words of one of my favorite Rend Collective songs, did God make us and redeem us for “so much more than this”?
What impossible things would Jesus do in and through me and through you, if we would obey Him in every area of life, whether or not His will makes sense?
If we were to follow Him with courage, hope, and love, how might God reflect His glory and the beauty of the Gospel to the world?
Wrestling with these questions over the past several days, I have been deeply disturbed and unsettled by their implications and by my oh-so-little faith. In His faithful mercy, the Lord brought this prayer and blog post to mind, challenging me once again with His truth and His dreams and His worthiness.
written in the village, on October 24th, 2016
While organizing old documents on my laptop, I came across a prayer, written by Francis Drake, apparently, although I do not remember who he was. It was on a document called “Whole Milk Yogurt”, oddly enough, which contained a yogurt recipe, two paragraphs of a journal entry from 2013, and this prayer. The only more random document I opened this week was named Staff Meeting, in a folder entitled Head Start (my former workplace). The “Staff Meeting” document contained only a recipe for Salmon Cakes, with absolutely nothing related to work or staff. I am quite sure that Head Start never held a meeting teaching us how to make Salmon Cakes.
Hopefully this little anecdote about my poor organizational skills will make you laugh and feel better about your life, because I can’t imagine that any of you have documents more randomly…
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