I would rather be broken and tender than to hurt other people.
I would rather be a small nobody, in a small house, in a small town with a small voice, than to be big and leave people shattered behind me, and worse, do it in Jesus’ name.
I would rather have a few small tasks and do them well, than be rated a “high capacity” person (that popular term cracks me up) in some gleaming church building and make the fatal error of building a ministry on the bones of others.
I’d rather be humbled by God than have tens of millions to build big stuff and be a complete creep and a spiritual fraud.
To be really useful to the Lord, the same one who was homeless and who didn’t even have a pillow for his head, you have to accept “small” and embrace it fully. There is real peace there.
I was driving home from dropping my little girl at school this morning, and I was grateful once again for the simplicity in my life, for a short list of tasks to do today, and a few modest writing goals to accomplish. I’m at a season where this increasing quietude is welcomed. If I can bring a smile or encourage someone here at the Hope Blog or on Facebook, I’ve had a good day. If my husband and child are cared for, I’ve done my job for Jesus.
There are moments when I forget and kick myself for not accomplishing this or that. Then I think, but that isn’t what God has for me. He had something so very much better, because my Creator understands me better than I do. What a wonderful thing.
All I can hear as I type is the click of my keys and when I stop, I can hear the tick of our cuckoo clock in the dining room. It’s peaceful here. I wish the same for all of you who are in pain or grief today. I wish the peace of God for you. The God who uses broken people just like me and like you. But you have to give the pieces to him.
“…And let the peace that comes from Christ rule in your hearts. For as members of one body you are called to live in peace. And always be thankful.” ~ Colossians 3:15