Buckle Up, Buttercup
Two years ago he asked God for everything it would take to become who he was made to be. And he asked Him to fast-track it.
"Be careful what you ask God for."
I say, ask… then buckle up, buttercup.
Two years ago, brand-new in the Spirit and no longer blind, I ignored that warning completely. A week after meeting Him, I asked God for everything it would take to become who He made me to be.
Oh, and I asked Him to fast-track it.
I figured I had already given 46 years to the world, and I desperately wanted whatever breath remained to count for His Kingdom. With the Messiah coming to life right in front of me, there was just no time to waste!
I asked for patience, purpose, humility, wisdom, and understanding. I asked to see Him more. I asked Him to strip away whatever was in the way and make me useful. And I asked for whatever spiritual gifts He had in store for me.
Then I made my first real move in wisdom… I thanked Him for His mercy, and I told Him I would trust His timing.
Fast forward two years.
I am now one month into the steepest climb of my life.
The road ahead looks like roughly a yearlong journey. I am certainly no longer naive about the terrain. Hardship, exhaustion, pain, hills, valleys, mountains to climb and places I sure would never have chosen on my own.
I know that God didn't cause this pain, this sickness, or this fight. But He is sovereign over every step of it. Nothing is wasted in His hands.
Yet I am finding moments where I am just standing in the cold, staring at a map I can't quite make sense of, thinking… I don't have a clue where this is going.
God will see me through this. And whatever is forged in me and whatever treasure is discovered in this season will equip me for whatever chapter He writes next.
The treasure I asked for isn't an award God hands out at the finish line. It is Christ formed in me. A bone-deep, unshakeable faith that cannot be bought, faked, or stolen by any circumstance in this world… not even cancer.
I asked for the gold, but gold is only refined in the fire.
And I don't regret my innocent prayer for a single second.
Two years ago, I was given a new life, a new identity, and a role in an ancient epic that has been unfolding since the dawn of time. I knew in a matter of moments that I wasn't a spectator watching from the sidelines anymore.
Listen, if you've spent your life feeling like an extra wandering in the background of this crazy saga, wondering if you even matter… you don't have to carry that alone.
The Author may be penciling our paths into the same chapter.
Come meet Him. I'll walk with you. And we can ask Him together… "Who did You make me to be, and what is my part in Your story?"
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