curveballs

Every so often, you get a piece of information that catches you off guard.

It's kinda one of those "Uhhmmm" moments. You know, the ones where you ask yourself, "Umm, what do I do with this?"

These moments can range from life-threatening revelations to hurtful confessions, from shocking secrets to unbelievable miracles.

These moments are those when emotions overcome you and being stunned is the only thing you can do.

But then in our humanity, those emotions can creep in and settle. They can settle into hurt, anger, bitterness, unforgiveness or they can settle into self-reliance, pride, or overconfidence. None of which give God His rightful throne in the very core of our being.

So then, we come face to face with it, we sit before God and we pose to Him the question... What do I do with this Lord? What is the appropriate response? Naturally, we trust Him. But practically, what does that look like?

I can't say I'm entirely sure. The last thing I'll ever claim is to have it all together. But, what I can say is that the posture of the heart is what will carry you through. The very fact that you brought it before the Lord and asked His opinion, His thoughts, what the heck to do with it... Well, it shows the posture of heart is bowing low in humility, asking, seeking and pleading. That although you're not perfect, you're willing. That although this fallen, mostly broken world throws sickness, disease, rejection, unfaithfulness, the idea of a miracle and promotion you're not ready for at you, you desire to please the King.

And that this earthen vessel we live in is seriously broken and uncooperative to the willingness of our spirits.

Understanding this, we understand that He doesn't despise our broken faith, the quarter of a mustard seed that we have to offer. But we know that He will take that quarter of a mustard seed and cause "all things to work together for the good of those who love Him and are called according to his good purpose." (Romans 8:28)

He desires a broken and contrite heart. He delights in our weakness because it is then He can trumpet His great love and His great power.

Well then Lord, trumpet away... Broken and contrite, I am...