Get Up!

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Don't settle for table scraps when God offers you a feast! Get up, take His hand, and heed His life-giving voice.

Ever had one of those days? You know the kind I’m talking about—when everything goes wrong—plus some. I feel like I’ve had two months worth of those days in a row. It got to the point that, when I discovered birds had pecked their way into my bathroom vent—I just laughed. A lot. Really, what else could I do? Birds in my house? Sure, why not? I really hate birds, but at that point, sharing my home with a few feathered friends hardly seemed like something to get worked up about.

Awhile ago I wrote about jumping when you come to one of life’s cliffs. I love it when my life’s landscape takes that form. When I’m bold and confident and full of faith. But those moments aren’t always my reality. Sometimes I tumble over the side of an overwhelming ridge and then bounce and flop all the way down. Sometimes I think I’ve hit bottom…until I roll over and realize I was merely lying on a small ledge and I still have a long way to fall.

So I clench my fists and close my eyes. I endure—hoping the pain doesn’t get too bad. I realize that’s a pretty shallow thing to hope for, though: for as little hurt as possible.

I believe in a God who spoke the cosmos into being—who used His very breath to bring forth matter and life. I believe in a God who says His power is at work in me. And, yet, there are moments when the scope of my anticipation is simply to see how few scrapes I can encounter in a day—or even an hour.

I settle for table scraps when He offers me a feast. I endure while He invites me to flourish. He says talitha koumlittle girl, I say to you, get up (Mark 5:41)! He implores me to unclench my fists, open my eyes, and rise: from the dust, from the hurt, from the deadly monotony of “good enough.”

Jarius’ daughter didn’t plead or beg or pray for healing. And yet, Jesus took her hand. He spoke, and she rose. He gave her life anew.

So I strive to believe that God wants good things for me. That He longs to give me new life. Life with Him. Because even when I don’t—He does.

He wants good things for you, too. The best things, in fact. If only we’ll open our eyes, look up, take His hand, and heed the life-giving force of His voice.

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