Some people choose to give up things for Lent. On occasion I have I too, though this year wasn’t going to be one of those years.
That all changed on a random Monday, 20 days after the season started…
The prayer was simple yet sincere…
God, I want YOU to write the story of my life. You’re a much better author than me.
Give me faith for the stories you’re writing, even on the tough days.
Here’s the pen… each moment… every moment… Anything!
And then I got up off the couch and did the dishes.
Yep, nothing fancy. No angels or neon sign telling me something drastic. No long drawn out prayers or burning bushes. Just peace to get up and do the next thing that needed to be done, which happened to be mundane house work. My life may never be the same after that bold, scary, amazingly awesome prayer. Yet, that’s how “the rest of my story” began… doing the dishes.
And the interweaving of mundane and holy continued through that day and the next… laughter and games with neighbor kids… carrying a burden for a friend in prayer… celebrating the arrival home of our mission team from Haiti… picking up socks and putting them in the laundry…a morning in prayer… packing my lunch… bold obedience… jokes with coworkers… lifting up the needs of the congregation with my teammates… Sorting through paper work… Sharing Jesus with someone who has never really heard before… Checking my email…
Back and forth it went… God in it all…. Rocking my world… And getting all the glory!
I may have started Lent choosing to not give up anything.
Little did I know, I would end up giving up EVERYTHING.
I wouldn’t have it any other way!
“To You, O Lord, I lift up my soul. O my God, I trust in You….
Show me Your ways, O Lord; Teach me Your paths.
Lead me in Your truth and teach me, for You are the God of my salvation;
On You I wait all the day.” Psalm 25:1-5