What have you created?
Have you made an idol today by your own hands? You know the crafty kind. They look so beautiful to the eye, and are perfect in everywhere. Yet, their charm is deceitful, if not vain. Has your idol drawn you from the heart of God? Has your idol become your mouthpiece? Has your idol become your dream, your all, your everything? That job you want, the marriage you desire, the friends you have…have they become your idol—made by your own hands. God’s word as much to say about putting anything or anyone else before him; but oh how our great God is long-suffering, patient, and kind. He even repeats himself throughout the ages, and the message is always the same—“Will you return to me?” Who could resist the call of love? And yet so often because we are tied down by the weight of the world or our own desires, we cannot hear, or we miss hearing him. We pursue lives outside of Him who gave All because we have what we suppose to be our “fire” insurance. Yet, God is still in pursuit of man. Yes, He’s pursuing me, and He’s pursuing you. Can you give up your idol? Are you willing to let it go so that you can have more of the abundant life?
God, our Abba Father, does not desire our harm, but our good. He desires relationship with us, but he will not force himself; at the same time, he will not knock on the door of our hearts forever. There will come a day, a time when we must make our final accounting with him. We either choose Him, or we don’t. We will either spend eternity loving him in close proximity, or we will be forever separated from Him because we sought our own good apart from him. The choice is yours. Choose life
It’s just a little something to consider for evening.
So is this what the thirties are about? If so, it stinks—totally stinks. I know they say life is what you make it, but this is just ridiculous. I remember a show from way back called thirtysomething. Can they bring that show back? I want to know how they did it—live their lives and got through. It’s like some huge and crazy disconnect in this decade. Oh I remember the twenties—good times, but these thirties seem to have a life of their own that’s just not cooperating with me. And perhaps this is the age group that people forget about. Why is that? Unless you’re married with kids and getting hitched, it’s a pretty boring span of time. Of course, I am only in my mid-thirties. Did I just admit that in writing? Oh well, it’s true. Soon I’ll be halfway to forty, and that’s just plain wrong.
Something for me to consider is that life really is what you choose to do with it. Passivity will yield continually to the same old insane results, but forward movement ensures production, maturity, and growth. I could have a pity party, but that solves nothing. I need resolution. So here it is…I resolve to live with purpose, meaning, and most of all—passion. I resolve to simply ‘be.’ I resolve to live, move, and have my being in the One. I resolve to listen for the Voice of the Shepherd and deny power to the voice of the evil one who seeks to steal, kill, and destroy. So can you. We were made for so much more the mere mundane, lifeless living. Let’s allow our lives show the glory of the One in whatever way seems best to Him. Let us hold on to the confession of our faith without wavering and without faltering. He who called is ever faithful, just, and true. Beloved, you were made for Him and He loves you and desires intimate relationship with you.
So there is 30. It’s not about the number—it never was and never will be. It’s about what I do with the years I have been granted. I want to have something to show for them when my life is done and I have gone to be with the One. To the King and to His Kingdom.
It only takes a moment to notice. Something. Little, tiny, miniscule, unimportant. There are so many things we take for granted in life. Today, I want to reconsider. I want to reconsider how I live my life. I want to reconsider the idea that my life revolves around me. In the grand scheme of things, I am part of something much greater and bigger than myself. Reassuring. A second chance to take care of the small things before they become large things. A moment to stop and smell the roses—to even realize that there are myriads of other flowers awaiting my attention. A time to look beyond the rose tinted lenses. A time to look at what really matters and be apart of the big picture the expands beyond my simply life.
So I welcome all who read to ponder, to rethink, to delve deep. Here is something to consider….