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The Assignment of Your Life!
God spoke a word and you were you.
God spoke another word and I was me.
God doesn’t waste breath.
As the rain and the snow
come down from heaven,
and do not return to it
without watering the earth
and making it bud and flourish,
so that it yields seed for the sower and bread for the eater,
so is my word that goes out from my mouth:
We have our assignments.
Have you turned yours in yet?
Still working…
on the first draft? Revising? Editing?
Still researching…
waiting for just the right time?
the really write time to put pen to paper?
What is the assignment God has spoken in you?
so is my word that goes out from my mouth:
It will not return to me empty,
but will accomplish what I desire
and achieve the purpose for which I sent it. ~ Isaiah 55:10-11
God doesn’t leave blanks in the grade Book of Life.
Pure Joy! It’s Your Party!
It’s complete pandemonium, folks!
The crowd roars as the team is announced.
They break into song as the players stride to the podium.
The roar is deafening as they hoist the championship trophy.
It is ours.
After decades of waiting
and a lifetime of work,
we have won it!
Pure joy!
This is the scene as the Leicester City Foxes are declared the English premier League Champions. A “5,000 to 1” shot. Improbable. Impossible. Impeccable. Perfection.
This is the scene as our name is announced: ________________, our winner and champion. The crowd roars its approval!
The Communion of Saints? No, it’s the hills: they have burst forth in song, and the mountains have joined in perfect harmony.
My goodness,
The birds are a-flutter,
their nests all a-teeter,
as their perches give way in applause.
Good grief,
the branches themselves are a-titter,
clinking and clapping,
tipping and tapping.
Nature itself has joined the celebration.
What of the foxes?
What of the birds?
“Foxes have holes, and birds of the air have nests; but the Son of Man has nowhere to lay his head,” But Jesus said, “… follow me.” ~ Matthew 8: 20, 22
He who commands the seas,
and the skies
and the stars of night,
Has orchestrated this celebration.
And you, Dear Child, are its reason.
For you shall go out in joy, and be led forth in peace;
the mountains and the hills before you
shall burst forth in song, and all the trees of the field shall
clap their hands. ~ Isaiah 55:12
Breathtaking, briefly and beyond
People with a great mind are a dime a dozen.
People with a great heart are few.
People who use their strength in service to a great mind with great heart…priceless.
I am grateful for these people.
They are humble and unassuming. Like the tiny maple saplings we bought for a dollar two decades ago that, this year, blazed in a yellow awning along the drive. Then, just days ago, shed their color in layers upon the lawn, brilliantly draping the bushes and the grass. Now their display is browning and blowing in the breeze, giving no hint of glory days so recent.
When colorful leaves were plentiful
but daylight was drawing short
and end of life was closing in.
I am grateful for all who live their lives in a brilliant blaze, holding nothing back, presuming nothing, giving everything. “Oaks of righteousness, the planting of the Lord for the display of His splendor,” Isaiah says they shall be called. (Isaiah 61:4)
Lasting. Everlasting. The leaves I rake today are the children of last year’s leaves and the grandchildren of the year before.
To what mind and heart am I applying my strength? In thankful offering to many generations past. In hopeful purchase for many generations to come. Imagine being a planting of the Lord. A tiny sapling, just a root ball and a few budding leaves.
That was what they were once, these who are now my shade and comfort.
