When there is nothing left to do in a day, and my mind has nowhere left to go, right or wrong, Facebook and I get friendly. It’s the mindless scroll that numbs a mind. It’s the old faces that remind me of days yesterday. It’s a knowledge that somehow everyone is okay. It is just seeing and being. Yet, this time, God wasn’t content to let me sit. He wanted to show me some little things; little things ready to teach me big things.
First, an old friend caught my attention…
My beautiful friend‘s husband made her a special contraption for “little arm” so she could blow dry her hair without issue. Hmmm…powerful. Her husband helped her to do what was difficult for her to do.
God, let me see what you want me to see…
My thumb got arthritical again. I scrolled, then I hit this video (Life).
It was daddy, super-daddy, I’ll call him – he made a super-duper, over-the-hips harness holder for his son, who I am sure, beyond a shadow of a doubt, had never walked a day in his life. The pure joy written all over his face made that clear. He was all things laughs, exuberance and pleasure. It was his moment on daddy’s toes. Not black and white, but shades of alive.
I want my moment on daddy’s toes.
Where he rescues me. Where he helps me to move in ways I never considered. Where he blesses me beyond measure. This is life. This is what pixels and images of years passing all add up to.
That boy’s face explained it – it is the elation that you are loved.
God, teach me, right here and now, teach me…
In his unfathomable love, God does not see our lackings, but he sees the makings of incredible about to explode.
We don’t have to see it – to believe it.
He’s a good, good, daddy.
Where we feel incapable, he is capable.
Where we feel down, he is ready to lift.
Where we say, I can’t, he says, “You will – just wait.”
We just believe and then we, fly into his purposes…
Will I give him a chance? Will you?
What if my friend didn’t accept the gift or the gesture? What if that boy pushed away the over-the-hip harness holder? What would have happened?
How often do you – or do I – miss the insane workings of God because we get prideful and believe we can do it on our own?
God, don’t let us miss it anymore.
I am faulted. I need you.
I feel incapable. Show me.
I am handicapped in so many regards. Reconstruct me.
I want to fly.
I believe in God’s power to love me like family. I believe in his power to make a miracle out of my control issues. I believe in his power to banish shame. I believe in his artistic genius to make a gizmo so wild it will soar me right up to – alive.
It will save me, right as I wait on daddy’s toes. And like that boy, I will dance. I will smile, laugh, giggle and wonder – attached to daddy – loaded up with all the gadgets of his goodness.
I will. You will.
Where do you feel broken? Faulted? Injured? Less than?
Know this: Daddy is building a doohicky. Accept it. Put it on. Believe in it. Trust it to work. Smile. Let go. Feel his love. It is the answer.
God, indeed, takes our limitations and makes them into proclamations of his goodness…when we let him.
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