Do you ever feel like you’re living as a mere shadow of yourself, of the life God intended and created you to live?
That thought has been working itself around in my head for the last couple of weeks. I’m thick as a brick most of the time, and if God wants to get an idea or truth in deep, it takes time. My “ah-ha” moments are usually slow in coming, requiring lesson after endless teaching lesson.
I know God wants us to live victoriously. His Word says that “I am come that they might have life, and that they might have it more abundantly.” (Jn. 10:10) Abundant means plentiful, fully sufficient, in great quantity, overflowing with. I know that far too often I live in the shadows of circumstances, relationships, feelings, and especially hormones, and let me tell you something. Living in the shadow of female hormones is not abundant living.
FringeMan would certainly agree.
This weekend I had several hours alone, and of course my mind went back to the idea of abundant living. You see, I was laying in a hospital bed for several hours watching my heart do strange things on the monitor, while feeling the flip-flops in my chest. The bell on the heart monitor rang out in an incessant alert, and as I looked up to the screen, I thought of how strange it would be to watch yourself die on the monitor. I looked up at the nurse who was watching me intently from behind her desk, and with the slightest of nods, she confirmed what I already knew. I was still alive.
Being alive isn’t enough. I long to be abundantly alive. I don’t want to ever doubt that my heart is pumping or that blood is coursing through my veins. I want to be filled to the over-flowing with life, because I really think that is the way God intended for us to live. Existence is not enough.
When I quit living abundantly, it’s usually because my focus is in the wrong the place. I’m spending more time looking at myself and my little corner of the world, than I am looking in His Word or toward the cross. There’s never a reason for me not to be so full of life that it’s pouring from my being. After all, it is my Father in heaven who hung the stars in the sky, placed the fish in the sea, and made the flowers to bloom. It is He who defeated death on the cross, and gave me air to breathe. He cares about the details of my life.
It’s ironic that I have no problem trusting God with my eternity, but sometimes it’s a fierce battle to trust Him with my Monday morning.
Psalms 57:7-11 My heart is fixed, O God, my heart is fixed: I will sing and give praise. Awake up, my glory; awake, psaltery and harp: I myself will awake early. I will praise thee, O Lord, among the people: I will sing unto thee among the nations. For thy mercy is great unto the heavens, and thy truth unto the clouds. Be thou exalted, O God, above the heavens: let thy glory be above all the earth.
I don’t know about you, but I’m fixing my heart on the Lord and living the abundant life. Life is too short to live any other way
PS. Thank you to each of you who have prayed for baby Jayda. She is home and doing well.