It’s what happens when you experience daily life, the hard and pushing life of fallen humanity.
When you look in the mirror and all you see is a wreak staring back at you. Tear stains left in cheek places and heart stains left in hurting places.
When you see your reflection and notice hair left tangled from a busy morning and love left tangled from selfish actions.
When all you can think of is how messed up everything is. Your house, your schedules, your relationships, your character.
And that one glance through a cracked mirror is like glaring into an abyss of shattered eternities, and at the bottom…lies you.
A mess, a wreck, the broken remains of a once perfect creation that made a fatal choice to eat the forbidden.
It screams at you, top of it’s lungs, “SINNER” and there is no other way, but to plead guilty.
Standing before a perfect God does that to you.
It’s during these times when you realize your Bible the most. You see it, the app on the family Ipad, the verses at the bottom of your e-mails, the old King James version tattered and torn cramped in a cupboard, collecting dust.
Every night you are reaching up to the lamp above your bed ready to say goodnight to the light and in the corner of your eye you see your new ESV and that still quiet voice whispers that you should pick up and read script.
You hesitate, looking at it beneath piles of school work.
The light goes out and your arm comes down, the words “tomorrow” an echo in your head.
Isn’t it strange. The moments our souls are screaming help and we try to satisfy with excuses. It is like trying to fill an empty stomach with thoughts of food instead of substance.
“What man is there of you, whom if his son ask bread, will he give him a stone? Or if he ask a fish, will he give him a serpent?” (Matthew 7:9-10)
We…we are the ones who give ourselves snakes and rocks, when what we really need is Holy words which fill the thirsting soul.
Then, there comes the breaking point. When you finally decided to either listen to the quiet voice or ignore it completely.
My hand is up, reaching for the shut down switch, eager to bid the day goodbye. However, my eyes have been distracted, they’re trained on that book. Words come into my head and I say them, “Really…..I should.”
The light goes off and my arms come down, the words of God echoing in my head because I decided to read them before I said goodnight.
I’m lying there, remembering ten minuets earlier.
“Father” I had prayed. “I know that you don’t do this often, but could you now because I really need it.” I was wanting to open the Bible and have the words jump out at me, a message from my daddy, special for me.
I closed my eyes. Pages feel over each other. Eyes open and I’m staring straight at the first chapter of Job. A smile smears my face and I giggle.
“Thank you Daddy,” and I read until my eyes get too tired to read anymore.
The next morning is Sunday and I know God is using the preacher as a tool to talk to me.
The message is about us, about our constant failing to meet God’s expectations. How we need to change that and live worthy of the gospel (Ephesians 4:1, Philippians 1:27). How we need to walk it out and think it out and say it out and act it out and write it out everyday, always (Deuteronomy 6:4-9).
BECAUSE….The gospel of Jesus Christ transforms those who believe it. And when we don’t walk, think, say, act, and write like the Bible, then we’re still walking, thinking, saying, acting, and writing like the world.
You can’t claim the saving message of Christ when there is no holy fruit falling from your life branches. If your fruit is worldly than the roots are dead…..you are still living in disbelief of what He has said.
Being saved means that God is transforming you.
In other words….
When you experience daily life, the hard and pushing life of fallen humanity…you can trust in God.
When you look in the mirror and all you see is a wreak staring back at you…you can look to God for healing.
When you see your reflection and notice hair left tangled from a busy morning and love left tangled from selfish actions…you can look to God for solution.
When all you can think of is how messed up everything is. Your house, your schedules, your relationships, your character…you can look to God for restoration.
When that one glance through a cracked mirror is like glaring into an abyss of shattered eternities, and at the bottom lies you…you can look to God for salvation.
A mess, a wreck, the broken remains of a once perfect creation that made a fatal choice to eat the forbidden…and God gives freely the blood of His begotten and says, “All is forgiven.”
When instead of screaming “SINNER” it proclaims on the hilltops “Child of God.”
AND YOU FEEL LIKE WEEPING!!! Because His grace is overwhelming.
God’s transformation in you, in me, and in every believer around you….Guess what? It brings hope.
In Christ Alone~EleyanaFaith