I had been walking through life – back to work Mondays, over the hump Wednesdays, almost there Thursdays, when… trip, stumble, fly forward, throw my hands out, drop to my knees and STOP! Ouch! I landed sprawled on the cold cement sidewalk, catching my breath, scanning the scene for my scattered things. It was still dark, early morning, and no one was around. My right wrist hurt, but I could gather my belongings with my other hand. I walked into work, not sure if I should laugh or cry!
That was 5 days ago. A trip to the doctor confirmed a broken bone in my wrist; surgery would be scheduled for Tuesday. I’m in that waiting period, 6 days nursing my broken right wrist before I can even have the surgery! I’m pecking this with my left hand…not so easy. God and I have had a lot of conversations since breaking my wrist. I’m trying to embrace the work he is doing in me.
I know I need to spend time with him. Is this part of my journey to joy, I ask? I commit this interruption from life to God. I plan to spend time with him, seeking his will, and writing. I need him. I need to grow. I don’t want to walk through the weeks waiting for the weekends, only to have them fly by in a flurry of ‘catching up’ and lists of ‘to do’s’.
I want more.
The verse that seems to be waiting for me at every turn recently is Ephesians 3:20-21: “Now to Him who by the power at work within us is able to do far more abundantly than all that we ask or think, to Him be glory and in Christ Jesus to all generations forever and ever. Amen.”
I believe God has more for me.
Lord, bring me to the ‘more’, I pray. Teach me thy ways, so I will be like a tree planted by the waters, producing fruit that is pleasing in your sight. May I flourish and grow. May my roots grow deep, and may I lift holy hands in praise and adoration to you, my Father.