Monday Morning Quarterback

Today, I'm the Monday Morning Quarterback... calling the plays from the weekend as they should have been,  not necessarily as they were.  It's easy to see in hindsight what you would have done differently.  It's another thing altogether to live each moment to Him, and with no regret.  

How is it we can make such mountains out of molehills, and yet the places most in need of our consideration lay fallow?  

Fallow ground waiting for seeds of life.  It takes intentionality and discipline to grow a garden of fruit.  Conversely, a patch of weeds needs little more than looking the other way.  

And so yesterday I sang a song about Jesus taking the wheel.  

Pastor preached about addictions and bitter roots....

of which I thought I had none....

but maybe...

there are some.

Yet, even before he preached it

I knew He would preach to me.

Even before I sang it, 

I knew the song was for me.

"Jesus, take the wheel

take it from my hands

cause I can't do this on my own

I'm letting go

so give me one more chance

save me from this road I'm on"

And isn't this the anthem for us all?

What a day it is, when we wake up and realize that the sermon is for us, and that Jesus, in His Word.... He is speaking to us, 

not someone else.

He speaks to me about my need.

Why would He concern me with someone else's?

So, Jesus take the wheel.

Not from her or him or them....

from me.

And I'm thankful for:

sickness that doesn't last, but gives way to

health

simplicity

scripture

prayers being heard

story times

minds learning

healing

friends to wrestle with the hard truths of scripture 

how scripture is so powerful to shape us, and even our hopes for the future

how the Hold Spirit meets our every need, not in a far-off-in-the-clouds way, but

indwelling us, bringing us the salve, the instruction, the wisdom to the very core of where we need it and in every moment of our need.

how that is amazing