When was the last time you looked at how the small things were adding up in your life? I’ve been thinking quite a bit about who I want to be and where I want to go… What’s God’s call in all of that and how has He equipped me. But am I getting there?
Do I expect that one moment I’ll arrive, Or that the series of small decisions I make each day are what creates this person that I am?
I was reading a book recently about a guy who was in a busy market place and by accident, grabbed the wrong stroller. He quickly realized that his stroller was not the right one, returned the baby to her mama, but then couldn’t find his child. She’d recently learned how to climb out of her stroller and would appear before him doing silly dances and playing. Now suddenly, what hadn’t been Papa hadn’t been looking at in a forward sense, became a nightmare reality. He wasn’t thinking that if she’s able to climb out, she’s able to do it at the wrong time. This wasn’t a sudden accident, it was a process.
When Peter denied Christ for the third time and fell down on his face as if dead, it wasn’t a sudden accident. It was a process. In life, right now, for more than the obvious reasons, I’m on my face as if dead. In the last week, I’ve made some drastic changes to where I’m headed and not all of them have been what one might refer to as “on the right side of the law”. But it didn’t happen suddenly. It’s been building. And for far longer than the symptoms have been showing.
As a VERY wise friend once said to me, the moment when Peter fell as if dead, was his worst moment ever, but it was God’s most precious. His son was finally realizing how lost he was.
To make a laundry list of what I could have done differently would be (while entertaining) unhelpful. God didn’t spend time talking to Peter about his denials. He commissioned. He used him. Consequences exist, I can vouch for that, but what I’m saying here, is DO YOU RELY ON HIM FOR EVERYTHING? Because we will ALL have a Peter moment, and as good as that might be for God in bringing you closer to heaven, it feels a whole lot like Hell.
God is good. He is restoration. He is forgiveness. And because of this, I can pick up where I left off, brush my shoulders off, and learn. HE IS MY ROCK. I am just sand that falls through cracks. He allows me to progress in life, to reach dreams, to really life. And so I am. And I hope you are too….
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