While at my church's Good Friday event (which was beautiful and intimate) at the end of the service there was a text that came up on the front screen that said something along these lines "Get still and quiet and when you're finished with God you may leave...". Not those exact words but what I do very clearly recall are the words WHEN YOU'RE FINISHED WITH GOD.
**Now let me add a very important note here. I've never attended a more intimate reverenced worship experience at this church yet. They were extremely sensitive to the Holy Spirit and Jesus' crucifixion so to say that they meant anything other than good from this text would be an understatement. But it nonetheless struck a very tender nerve deep in my soul.**
I instantly thought "how often am I finished with you Lord"? How many times during the day do I put my heavenly father second in any situation. I would like to think that my morning "ritual" would define my day and how I rate The Lord in my life. By opening my eyes and before my feet hit the floor this is an example of how I pray...
"Lord I surrender this whole day to you. Let nothing come from my mouth that doesn't first come from your heart. Guard my thoughts. Surround Shawn and the kids with your spirit. May people find favor in them and may mighty angels be dispatched to surround them throughout their day. Go before us and watch behind us. Help me to see you in all I do today. In Jesus Name"
After I have my devotional time I pop up out of bed and get in the shower or whatever and.... and I'm finished with God. Man that makes me swallow a little harder. On my way to work an idiot won't go the speed limit and it makes me so mad! Oh if I only had a train horn or something to scare them out of my way!! <----- this is the same woman who just an hour or so ago was speaking to the most holy God and asking for protection and favor and wisdom and all that. I know that God loves me even when I fail and he doesn't turn away just because I have a "Jodi moment". I know that in those moments He tends to pull a little closer to me and whispers so I have to shut up to hear him and he reminds me of who He is and who I am in Him. I realize in that moment that even though throughout the day I may have times where I may be "finished with God", he's never finished with me...
Father, thank you for your generous never-ending love for me. You show me your mercies are so new every single morning. Your grace is shown in my weakest moments and I couldn't praise you enough for that. Help me to make each day, all day, a day with you involved in all of it. No words could express how grateful I am for what you sent your son to suffer through so I could live this life. My heart is bowed to you in reverence and awe. Thank you for never giving up on me.
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