1 Thessalonians 5:24 “The one who calls you is faithful, and he will do it.”
The sun has yet to rise but birds are singing. The house is sleepily dark but the smell of coffee hints that a new day is about to begin. I sit and listen, quietly, as cars rumble outside my window as I have for a year now, but things are changing, beginning with me.
Ephesians 3:16-17 “That according to the riches of his glory he may grant you to be strengthened with power through his Spirit in your inner being, so that Christ may dwell in your hearts through faith—that you, being rooted and grounded in love.”
Strengthened with power…being grounded in love. This verse is churning in my mind. I don’t feel powerful, powerless is a more accurate description.
Often I feel like the world is roaring by. I’m standing in midst of the chaos, spinning, watching the dark faces that avoid eye contact. As the crowd rushes by, the breeze caused feels icy cold and it stabs me to the bone. I shiver, watching, not sure where I fit in or how to keep up. The truth is the world isn’t a solid mass but is made up of individuals with unique stories. Often the coldest of the cold has the most hidden scars from unimaginable wounds. If I judge the empty eyes, I miss the broken heart.
Growth is incredibly painful. These broken people may say mean or horrible things, especially if they don’t think they will have ongoing contact. It would be easy to discount painful words from broken people but I am being taught: pause…look inside. Is there a kernel of truth? Is there far more than a kernel? If the same words came out of Heavenly Dad’s mouth, would you then believe it was truth.
What would it look like if I didn’t walk away? What would it look like if I made adjustments to ease their pain? What if I let them know I am available for truth, will remain teachable and ultimately serve my Heavenly Dad?
To be honest, none of the situation that I am describing is about me or them. The question is about my Heavenly Dad. Is HE worthy of me listening to what they have to say? Is HE worthy for me to die to self because HE already sacrificed His life for me? Is HE worthy of my praise even in the midst of turmoil, pain and harsh or difficult words?