Yesterday I awoke.
The summer sun gently began making rounds. I pulled a shot from the trusty machine and sat, and spilled. Discouraged, but slightly hopeful. Slightly hopeful, because when one speaks of distress, hurt, anguish--community comes pouring.
This is how it has always been, or how it should be. We don't hold back the goodness inviting us to share with one who is hurt. We want to be the Samaritan in the story. We scoff at the priest & the Levite. We exclaim, "We will not be like them."
You friends, have been the Samaritan to me. You friends have been the Jesus I have always loved.
New mercies await me this morning. There are jobs to be done, and each day requires new mercies to get through it. This life we are given is a truly blessed one, but it doesn't quite feel so at times, does it? Apathy stirs in our heart and we hold it secret. Do we hold it secret in fear of what others think? Do we hold it secret in fear of what might come of the trenches when we speak them?
This morning, I know this. I am not to keep silent those fears. We are not to keep silent those fears. Secrecy leads to an eternal solitary party that even God the party maker cannot join. When I let those fears be known, it's an invitation to a party that God is throwing for me, for you, for all of us.
You've opened my ears so I can listen.
So I answered, "I'm coming. I read in your letter what you wrote about me,
And I'm coming to the party you're throwing me."
That's when God's Word entered my life, became part of my very being. (The Message Ps 40)
God wants to throw me a party. He wants me to delight in his good gifts, because he really is the best gift giver.
I baked homemade blueberry scones this morning for my family. Do you know my main motivation? To see the delight in my girls eyes and intonation in their voice when they come to the table to see the gift. It fills me. Yesterday, I came to my knees broken, holding out the secrets of my inards towards God, towards you and the party planning began.
The good Father smiling and giving a nod. He breathed his Spirit in you to bring me presents. And I know he is on the move making preparations for this new season for me and this little one who will be one of my best three gifts I've been priviledged to see to completion.
Godspeed to you!