Ask me my sin and I’ll tell you impatience.
I can’t stand the thought of not knowing what’s next. I panic when something in a plan goes awry. I hate being late. And I hate, hateee being the last.. one.. left.
With so many plans for my summer up in the air, and my own human limbs going a mile a minute trying to make something (anything!) work, He knew all along where I needed to be. He closed (slammed?) doors in my face. He showed me good idols and then ripped them away. He forced me to think harder, keep going, and hold firmly on the last grip of faith my hands could keep handled.
But people, GOD. HAS. YOUR. PLAN.
How dare we limit the capability of the one who turned measly ole water into the greatest of wines.
How dare we limit the one who pushed apart miles of ocean waves to let masses of people walk through them safely.
How dare we limit the LOVE of a Father who showed generations upon generations of people the truest of loves this world has ever seen !!
Not my plan. Not my path. But here we are, with a resolution (for now) that is blowing me away.
If you’re losing sight of what’s waiting ahead, stop straining. Look up. He’s painting your story, friend. And it’s gonna be GOOD.
Think of it like a run.
You’re going, you’re going, you’re going. Somehow you’ve made it this far, and you’re pretty dang proud of that distance. And you’ve got so much more ahead of you! How cool.
As time passes you grow tired (naturally) and that distance doesn’t feel as motivating any more. Then - wait a second - how’d he get so fast? Why’d she pass me? Who are these people that understand keys to success better than I do?
You push harder (or, you slow down in exhaustion). You fight to keep up (or, you struggle not to give up). You lose your breath and hurt your feet (or, just feel weak). You can’t do this anymore. You can’t do this alone.
And then you glance behind you (or in front) and you feel a voice. You hear a comforting hand stretching out for you. You see the heart of someone who knows which pace you should take - which pace will ensure you regain fulfillment in the distance ahead.
Whether He’s in front of you or WAY behind, at a pace you’d been scared to push towards or one you’d felt too prideful to rest in, He seems to be strong - like He truthfully knows what to do. And best of all, He’s looking RIGHT at you and calling your name, asking why you won’t run with Him. Why won’t you free yourself from this fight?
So, you do. You slow down (or speed up). You obey the pace He’s smilingly waiting for you to pursue.
It’s a pace you haven’t felt comfortable with before because it’s not what the world has told you you’re meant to be okay with. It’s a pace that’s teaching you patience or a pace pushing you to persevere. It’s a pace that the Lord himself has designed with you in mind, and that He’s already run before. He loves you so much He’s willing to run it with you starting today, all the way to the finish.
Will you listen to that pace? Will you trust it? Are you okay with slowing down a bit - or pumping your arms harder than you ever have before? Do you believe it is a good and perfect pace that will lead you to LIFE?
The finish line isn’t for a while, friends. In fact it’s not even here on the ground. But that race is. That pace is. Maybe, it’s time to trust it.
HEYO. I'm Chlo.
So the basic gist is I’m really just tired of comparing myself to perfect people on the Internet, when I know for a fact that "perfect" doesn't exist. This here is a snippet of my inner thoughts and tidbits of experience, based on my twenty-something years of good ole fashioned, really really messy life.
My wish is for this blog to serve the small voices inside all of us that might have forgotten what being honest online can look like. Leave the hustle behind you, because this here is about HEART.
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