Mossy Trees, Creation, and Tuesdays

Recently I have been enamored with the bigness of the world, of everything around me. One of my absolute favorite things is to look up under a tree, sometimes catching the sun peaking through the leaves and branches. I caught myself yesterday just standing on this beautiful plantation enveloped in the absolute bigness of this world. I probably looked crazy standing with eyes closed underneath hanging moss breathing deep, but honestly the older I get the more I really don’t care the perceptions of strangers. Their dialogue on my life isn’t affecting me breathing in the goodness of the creation before me. 

It’s the created reveling in the Creator’s work. 

No other part of creation, from His Hands, were created to enjoy this creation, to look at it with eyes of wonder and joy, to be content in giving Him the glory for all that is. When we look at Genesis 1:31 we see this same affirmation by God, “God saw all that He had made, and it was very good.” (HCSB, emphasis mine) Even as I type Bryan and Katie Torwalt are filling the still of my room with the words “let us experience the glory of Your goodness,” (from Holy Spirit, which makes me weep with joy) and that is a prayer worth singing out each and every day.

My hangup comes though when I want that bigness in every moment, grandeur and flooding visions of beauty and praise. Often the bigness of His creation is brought small in my life. It’s in the glimpse from a rear view, the quick word of encouragement, the found note from a memory long ago, or even the breath filling deep in a moment when the world may be coming in quick and hard. 

I sometimes forego the creation joy to push for the grander reveling, big moments held out for instead of sitting in the beauty of a Tuesday as Emily P. Freeman writes about so perfectly in Simply Tuesday. The small matters, the quiet stillness of a moment or a task completed is worthy of acknowledgement and we alone are created for that. The small leads and grows us day in and day out, walking us to the big to cherish and know of the Creator deeper. We run after big, wanting that in everything and every day when the small is with us in the moment.

Honestly it’s like saying we want Christ in His table-turning, miracle-performing  rather than the whispers of the Holy Spirit in moments. Both worthy and things worth desiring, but y’all we get both. We get the big and the small alike. It’s our choice to see the small as a means of revelry and praising. The bigness of creation is brought small by the Creator each day, it’s our choice as the created to recognize it for the very good that it is before us. 

Even when it means stopping in the midst, eyes closed, allowing Creator to meet with me the created under a mossy tree in the middle of Mississippi. 

In the Ivy

I am worn out.

For the last few weeks that seems to be my song every morning and every evening. Emotionally, physically and even spiritually just spent. When I looked around this weekend I realized it was striving for naught. It was alot of moaning and groaning with not much there.

I spent a good part of Sunday afternoon rooting out English ivy. For those of you who I am not friends with on Facebook, my new home has a bit of an ivy issue. I keep finding it rooted in places. I had tackled the front porch to some degree and gotten it to a manageable state. But I had discovered it was also in the back off the patio as well. I have taken to cursing the former homeowner in planting this monstrosity.

It. Is. Everywhere.

I learned something though. You see that ivy taught me a valuable lesson about myself, and the tired state of being I have carried around for the last month or so. While it may look pretty and put together, it comes to no avail. It winds through things and causesĀ  much struggle and hassle later. That’s where alot of my striving has gotten me as well…it looks good on the outside but truly it’s just choking out the good within. It’s crafting kings of my own making instead of laying it before the One True King.

I have worn myself out at the foot of the Mount, rallying the troops to mold an idol that looks alot like myself, my concerns and my work. It looks nothing like the God Who reveals Himself in my life, Who reminds me that this is but a vapor and that I am to humble myself before Him with these things. He looks at how I spend my time, in worry, in fret and in fashioning empty kingdoms.

When I realize it, I have to root it out. I have to stop and put it down. I see how God’s anger burns towards creating anything apart from Him. It’s unholy. It steals from Him. It elevates me into a position I have no right to be in. Ever. It takes my attention from what He has called me to be, to do, and to love. Instead of striving for a title, for accolades or for favor, I must remain faithful to the work He has called me to do and the daughter I am in His kingdom. Nothing more. Nothing less.

May the ivy remind me that it’s never truly rooted out either. That it is a battle that wages daily, that I must take great care to not allow to choke out the good and true in life, blocking the view of the King in which I did not create but that created me.

Singling Out Saturday #4

My life is a story about who God is and what He has done in a human heart.

I found this quote in my reading journal, and unfortunately I don’t have who wrote it noted. Yesterday I reached just this point of “doneness” with my attitude and my heart-problem. This morning I woke up with this refreshed feeling (and on five hours of sleep no less) and knew it was a new day. And I am okay.

You know what, so are you. You are okay today. In the midst of the pain, the struggle, the heartache, the loneliness, you are okay.

My story is unfinished, and so is yours. I think I would rather have God be the author of it though than anyone else, including myself. There are days when I feel much too in touch with my fleshly heart. There are days when I just cannot remember the joy I had. Then there are days like today, when God reminds me He’s writing and I am merely the blank page.

Today let some work be done on your human heart by the God who created it. Let Him author the next page, the next chapter and the whole story of your life.