He’s Only Just Begun
As I sit in the quiet of this bright Sunday morning, my mind reflects and my heart ponders the pure goodness and power of God. While I would love to be worshipping with my church family this morning, I don’t think I’m quite ready yet. So I sit in the presence of God in the comfort of my recliner. Covered by my new favorite blanket (thanks, Michelle!), and a kidney-shaped pillow laid across my middle, I read about the God of All in The Valley of Vision. I am overcome with emotion as I watch live segments of the church service and am affirmed that I am right where I need to be. What God has done over these past several months, especially the last six days, is of magnanimous proportions. My life has been permanently altered, both physically and spiritually. Creator God has intricately formed the human body in such a way that certain organs can be safely removed and used to enhance and potentially save the life of another, while also continuing to sustain beautiful life to the donor. This, in itself, has me in awe.
The act of literally laying myself down and giving a tangible piece of my life has humbled and overwhelmed me. I can’t adequately articulate the many emotions that fill me. But I am absolutely certain that the willingness and strength to do this was not my own. It was none other than the mighty power of God moving and working in me to will and to act for His good pleasure, to accomplish His divine purpose.
I believe, in His grace, God kept me from grasping the full magnitude of what He called me to, well aware of my very limited ability to handle it. But now, now that I’m in a season of recovery and rest; now that I am anticipating the celebration of Thanksgiving Day, He is allowing me to see with even more clarity, the innumerable things I have to be grateful for; the countless prayers, big and small, that He has been so faithful to answer; the family, friends, and community of faith He has surrounded me with to love and care for me. He is opening my eyes to see how big this is…and showing Himself to be even bigger still. I’ve been called “amazing,” “an inspiration,” “an angel,” “a hero,” “one strong lady,” and while I long to be all those things, I know that but by the grace of God, I am nothing. So I am truly honored to be part of what God is doing here, but this is His story, and I just want to be faithful to tell it…so stay tuned. Something tells me He’s only just begun.
