Wednesday, May 8, 2013

So, so proud.

I had this thought. Someone was praying today, and I had revelation.
            God could do it all. (Hold out, keep reading) But really, He can do it all. He could whip this world back into shape in a blink of an eye! But He allows us to do it.

  He gives us tasks and hurdles to tackle. He has given us missions and callings. He has given us the Great Commission. That’s a large amount of work there. 18 Jesus came and told his disciples, “I have been given all authority in heaven and on earth.19 Therefore, go and make disciples of all the nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father and the Son and the Holy Spirit. 20 Teach these new disciples to obey all the commands I have given you. And be sure of this: I am with you always, even to the end of the age.” Matthew 28:18-20

So, what I’m getting at, is God entrust us with things to do.
And a lot of the time we butcher it. We do it half- heartily. We give up. We ignore the request. We choose in our hearts that the outcome is bad, we choose in our hearts to have a repulsive attitude.  
 But other times we follow through. Other times we run, head on into the fog. We set our eyes on the prize. We fall, but we get up.
Sometimes we even think we ace it! We think we do it exactly as needed. And maybe we do!

But I think when we choose to try, when we choose to strive. I think when we choose to jump without seeing His outstretched arms, that’s when He is most proud.

We may fail miserably. Like... bad. But I think those moments, when we want what He wants, His heart swells. I get this picture of Him looking at us, smiling, nodding, clapping. He might even do a fist pump.

  I know when I get excited that I accomplished something God has called me to, I want to run at Him and give Him a hug. I want to bury my head into His chest, so close that I hear His heartbeat. But what I feel in my heart is even better.

   When I’m faithful to do what God wants me to do, no matter the results I get this impression in the depth of my soul. I picture God taking my face in his hands, so gently, and saying, “I am so proud of you, my love. So, so proud.”

I wouldn't trade that for the world. I would rather endure the hurt of falling while trying to accomplish something just so I can feel my Father telling me that I have made Him proud.
        So, so proud. 

1 comment:

  1. Gah Molly you have been blessed with the most amazing gift of writing and expressing what you are going through. I promise it is not something that most people are good at I am included in that. But, you write out the things on your heart and your mind in a way that makes me so very proud to say that you are my friend. It is written in such a way that amazes me at how FAITHFUL God is to always chase us always love us and through our failures be the father that always says I am proud of you. I love you girl! Miss you so very much!