Mulling a thought

I planted the seed, Apollos watered it, but God made it grow. So neither he who plants nor he who waters is anything, but only God, who makes things grow (1 Cor 3:6-7, NIV). As I read this today it got me wondering...in that same light, should we also say that God makes things shrink (Job 1:21) for whatever reason?

So thankful for...

On this Thanksgiving Day, I'm thankful for so much. Thankful especially for rice and beans that sustained me and my family these past three days and gave us much perspective and insight. Grateful for my family and friends and for the things I've learned this past year and the ways I've grown.... and thankful in advance for all the things I still have yet to learn. And boy am I ever grateful for second chances and that God doesn’t hold our mistakes against us. I’m always so amazed how He uses our poor choices to teach us something new that we may not have learned otherwise. And yet thankful doesn’t even begin to describe how I feel about His unconditional love for us....it never grows old or tired....it's always new and fresh day in and out!

Here's hoping your day has been filled with joy, love, peace, and thankfulness. And very few regrets!

Waiting...

I keep waiting for my life

I keep searching through my mind

I keep wandering around

God only knows what I think I'll find

But I'll look anyway

And I'll arrive one day...

Waiting pretty much sums up my life, yet what it is I'm waiting for I couldn't even begin to tell you. Maybe it's direction, inspiration, purpose, or an epiphany of sorts, I don't really know. It's incredibly frustrating especially when you see your peers moving forward with a direction and progressing in their lives (not that I'm not thrilled and excited for them), and you're still here at the same point you were a few years ago...no further ahead or behind. But what I do know is that I'm called to wait for whatever that might be. I think waiting is the hardest thing to do for any of us. Forty-three times in the Old Testament alone we're commanded, "wait on the Lord." I guess waiting forces us to recognize we're not in control and it humbles us in ways we need to be humbled.

I think of the analogy of the trapeze artist. For a moment, which must feel like eternity, he/she is suspended in nothingness. She can't go back, but it's too soon to be grasped by the one who'll catch her. And she must wait in absolute trust. If she doesn't, it obviously could have major consequences for her. I guess I'm in a vulnerable place like this right now...I've been letting go of what God has called me to let go of, but I can't feel His hand catching me yet. And that's where the waiting part takes over. There are some days where I just feel like I'm free falling and wonder when He's going to catch me already! It's hard, plain and simple, and I don't always embrace it as I should. But then again Moses waited 80 years for a ministry that lasted 40 - two thirds of his life was spent getting ready. It's a reminder to me that life isn't measured by its length but by its effectiveness and impact for God. So wait I will and trust that He'll catch me (eventually).