Jeremiah 4:1-2 - "O Israel, come back to me," says
the LORD. "If you will throw away your detestable idols and go astray no
more, and if you will swear by my name
alone, and begin to live good, honest lives and uphold justice, then you will
be a blessing to the nations of the world, and all people will come and praise
my name."
Jeremiah’s messages are a bit repetitive….always telling the
people to come back to God. But this one
gives us a really good reason to try and stay there once we have decided to
come back to our senses and love God more than anything. When he reignites the
love we had lost in our heart…he can use us to spread more of it to others.
The real message here is that God takes our mess and turns
it into a message. All that he has allowed to happen in our lives that he has
also helped us to overcome is a powerful tool to help others. The mess we went
through gives us credibility to the world…and sharing the way God helped us
through it gives purpose to the mess we went through.
For me….the mess was dealing with the death of my sweet
second husband Mitchell. Today would
have been my 4 year anniversary. God let
me crawl up in his lap that day…and I haven’t ventured far from it since. I
know that I know that God took my hand that day and is still providing the
strength I need to keep walking. My mess has become a testimony of daily devotions…a
blog…for losing Mitchell helped me realize I did not have God first place in my
life.
God has since given me the ability and passion to read his
word and give me insights every morning that help me grow even closer to being
the Christian he had planned for me all along. The sweetest thought I have
today…on one of the hardest days of emotions…is that Mitchell always said I
would be a writer someday…that it would even be our ticket to early retirement.
That thought will help carry me through today…and help me remember all the good
things that God allowed me to share with him.
It makes me want to thank God for the short time we had together…instead
of mope around and be sad. The tears I shed on this day will be a testimony…of
thanks to God for allowing me any time with him at all.
Father…thank you for the wonderful gift you gave me in
Mitchell. Thank you for the mess I had
to go through…still go through when he left this earth to live with you. Thank you for reminding me that even this
loss has a purpose in helping others come to know who you are. Forgive me for
the times that I forget that my mess has a purpose…and I let satan trick me
into feeling sorry for myself. Help me
to hold my head up high and use the mess to help others. Amen.
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