I’ve never been so glad to see Christmas in our stores before Thanksgiving. Bring it! It’s like a beacon of hope amidst all the ugly happening – not only with terrorism, but my gosh, the social media feed must be making God’s heart hurt. So Christmas, WELCOME!
One of the hardest things to imagine about the birth of Jesus that starry night is that the doors were all closed… except the humblest of humble accommodations. As I am sitting here enjoying my java with JC, I’m noodling on this and have been hit with yet another whammy.
Just like there was no room in the inn, there is also no room for God in perfect.
Whoa. When I am striving and aiming for perfect (which unfortunately, happens P-L-E-N-T-Y of the time), I have officially removed God from the equation. Basically, I am sending God the same message that Mary was getting. There is no room. He keeps knocking but I keep saying, “In a minute, I just need to…” I am trying to get my house in order and THEN ask Him to come in and pray he will bless all that I have been working so hard make perfect.
The perfect plan, the perfect organization, the perfect schedule, the perfect environment for Him to work through me. My intentions are typically to please my Heavenly Father and bring glory to His name – it’s just that His desire is for me to make space for Him right now, in the messy, in the crowded space we are living in called life. And then of course If you unpack perfect, it is filled with ego, pride and control… it’s like pandoras box, enter at your own risk.
Not touching that box this morning, because this is enough for my soul to take in today. BUT, I leave you with this because it just feels like salve on the soul. Be completely humble and gentle; be patient, bearing with one another in love. [Ephesians 4:2]