For a moment tonight, I thought it best that instead of blogging every day of November, I should use that time to pray.
And then someone very close to me suggested that instead of replacing one with the other, I need to do both.
I know that my life (all our lives) go in cycles of valleys and mountains, defeats and victories, struggles and successes, being lost and being found.
So I am sure if I searched the contents of this digital, running memoir, I’d find these words at least once in my recent past:
Greater things have yet to come.
It is in my heartbeat. That phrase is one I use to encourage others, because I believe that no matter what we have seen, we still haven’t seen our best days. On a general human level, there is always hope that things are going to be better.
And on a spiritual level, the truth is, our home is not this time, this world, and so obviously, our best days are in the future, when we are joined with our Creator.
Tonight, we hosted 22 people in our home, all of whom were either pastors or church elders.
For four hours, we ate, we shared, we laughed and cried, we encouraged each other, and we prayed.
For several minutes, Rod and I had the privilege of being on the receiving end of that encouragement.
What was the resounding message?
You ain’t seen nothing get.
You are accepted and gifted.
You aren’t meant for the bench.
God wants something greater with you.
God will do greater things through you.
This is not a message solely for us, nor do I share it to boast on anything except for God’s grace.
As I said to a new friend at the end of this meeting, Rod and I were just two dirty sinners. Who’d ever have thought we’d not only host pastors in our home, but be pastors? Religion told us there was a glass ceiling for how much God could use us, and a finite amount of his grace. Love tells us that God’s plans for us aren’t limited by anything but our willingness.
I choose to accept the grace.
I choose to receive the prophecy.
I choose to get ready for the something greater that is coming.
In this special time of year when so many of us “count down” gratefulness, tonight I am grateful for the infinite grace, which does not, as some fear, entice me to settle for a life of sin, but rather, calls me to a life of walking with Him, confident that the best is within my reach.