“There are different kinds of gifts, but the same Spirit distributes them. There are different kinds of service, but the same Lord. There are different kinds of working, but in all of them and in everyone it is the same God at work. 1 Corinthians 4:4-6”
I stand at the sink, washing dishes and thinking about things.
I have a lot to think about…my Paw, my kids, my husband, my friends, my family…Caroline begging for attention from the laundry room, laundry begging for attention too.
But I am thinking about my blog and how much I love words and how much I love that God is using my love for words to refine me and to be near to me. I’m in such a season of refining.
I say to Him, “I’ve always beat myself up because I’m not really a student- I read the Bible but don’t get far studying it…I love to read fiction, not books for learning more about You. I suck at carving out a quiet time.” Instead, my day is comprised of thirty second quiet times as I go along. A prayer here, a thanks there, a tear here, songs sung here. I want to be like my husband who loves to study and read the word. Or like my old friend Joseph who gets up at 5:00am just so that he’ll have two hours of time with the Lord…every morning.
“That’s how I get through the day. I can’t be a good person without that time.” he once told me.
But that’s not me. I am scatterbrained and easily distracted and I learn by seeing and feeling more than by reading and studying.
“Thank you,” I say, “For drawing near to me in writing and singing.”
And He says, “It’s how I made you.”
I could stand to develop more discipline in the area of study…but God is also okay with me being me. He made me this way…relational and creative and a little bit flaky. He is using what I have to change me and to make me more like Him.
Yesterday, I had some of the kids at the dentist’s office and the hygienist was asking me questions about the kids and their teeth and when this one’s teeth came in and about cross bites and cavities…and I didn’t always know the answer. I couldn’t remember those small details. I have five…and I’ve had one of them for nineteen years and a lot has happened in nineteen years. I can’t always remember when teeth came in or how this one’s teeth looked at five or that one’s teeth looked at five.
But God remembers each little thing about us. He remembers my little idiosyncrasies and giftings and talents and He plans out my life so that they can be used, that they can be placed on a lamp stand to serve the body.
My husband is a teacher and, in his heart, a preacher. I am sad that he’s not able to exercise the gift of preaching right now but his answer is always this, “God made me this, He won’t forget I need to use it.” And he doesn’t fret over it…He is confident that God will use his gifts and talents.
God is a Good Father.
Today, get out a piece of paper or open a sticky note on your computer or ask Siri to start a list for you. Please list five good things about you. Five good things that make you You. There is only one you. Fearfully and wonderfully made and the apple of Your Father’s eye. And when you’re done making that list, would you share it here? It would be beautiful to see the gifts of my readers!