When I ask Him, the first priority for decision-making is
easy: “To live is Christ, and to die is gain” Philippians 1:21 NIV. The One who
saved me from the namelessness, childlessness, depression, from cancer, from my
sin. Which step will give Him glory? As soon as I look at His face to ask, I
realize I didn’t ask Him whether this mountain is for me. What if my Father
asks me to give these tiny babies away? That fear is an unavoidable possibility
if I really have no gods before Him. My breaths become shallow. No.
I’m afraid of You. Not affection-driven fear of Your
displeasure, but fear that You won’t give me what I long for, what burns in me
like fire, a conviction that compels me almost beyond my own choice. But I
can’t mistrust your plan. You have brought me through every trial, given me
every blessing, every breath, every cell of my being. I know you are good.
”Though He slay me, yet will I trust Him” Job 13:15. I love You so much it hurts. It runs deeper
than my passion for this dream. It was just quieter in this moment. Truth
slices that pride-borne fear out of my hand. Your ways are not my ways. I see
my error: I act as if these embryo
babies were ours, forged with courage and sacrifice. I was wrong. I was wrong.
They are His as I am His. Not my own. “Do you love me more than these?” John
21:15. Yes, Lord. “Seek first the kingdom of God, and all these things shall be
added to you” Mathew 6:33. He is not the Sherpa. He made the mountain. He knows
the end of the story. Maker.
I bring my coffee for courage. “I have been crucified with
Christ; it is no longer I who live, but Christ lives in me; and the life which
I now live in the flesh I live by faith in the Son of God, who loved me and
gave Himself for me” Galatians 2:20. You made me and You love me. Your devotion
is humbling. Your authority is staggering. “Then He said to them all, “If
anyone desires to come after Me, let him deny himself, and take up his cross
daily, and follow Me” Luke 9:23. There is a glimpse of my next step, but this
is all the learning I can handle for now.
“In repentance and rest is your salvation, in quietness and
trust is your strength” Isaiah 30:15. So I worship. You deserve it more than I
will ever understand.
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