I think we can mostly agree that traveling outside our realm of comfort is not always first choice. I’ll champion a good adventure- as long as it’s someplace tropical, sunshiny…and beachy.
And yeah, Haiti fits the description with its stunning mountains and aquamarine waters. But, the beaches have pigs…and garbage… oh, and beggars (most of whom are adorable children coated in dirt and tactical manipulation.)
So, not the most ideal or comfortable destination…
And I didn’t really want to go… except there was this Holy shove (cause God does that sometimes), and despite my best excuses, I could not deny thy prodding.
So off I went (with 11 year old daughter in tow)
And there was this constant poking at my soul all week…
Let me say – not a fan of poking over here.
I admit, I was not connecting with the poke thing at first. Heart tug, yes-fully expected that…but poking?
And I didn’t get it…not until after I arrived home and with arms ascending in abandoned praise that Sunday morning, we sang out that hymn “Christ is enough for me…”
And then something inside me felt like a liar face.
Cause I knew.
I knew standing there in my trendy boots with my purse ful-of-cash at my feet and my perfect ratio of cream to sugar-filled coffee in hand, yeah Christ sure felt like enough.
But kinda wasn’t.
Cause truthfully my hymn goes more like “Christ and Target are enough for me” or “Christ and my 401k and Cover Girl mascara are enough for me”… or fill in the blank with a million other conveniences that I’ve become a little too settled into.
And I’m wondering how does your hymn go? …cause we’re all singing something these days.
And it seems that this girl either needs to change her hymn (what rhymes with Target), or change her heart…cause God ain’t looking for lip service.
And this is not about managing humble appearances (Lord knows we got enough of that going around).
It’s a simple exchange… His increase for my decrease. (John 3:30)
Cause my human inclination is to increase the heck out of myself… leaving little room for God (I mean you can’t possibly expect me to be others-orientated with these two hands full of self-love to hang onto – right?)
And I’m learning that I’m genuinely not afraid to get a little dirty for the gospel… just don’t ask me to stay dirty.
Yeah, I’ll lay down my abundance…(for like maybe a week.) . But no more please cause Chipotle is calling.
Truthfully, I’ve constructed a pretty full and busy existence here in my plenty and it doesn’t leave much room for anyone’s increase but my own.
Yeah, I’ve got some road to travel and some decrease to embrace. And I am fully aware that this world doesn’t need an increase of anything other than the One that loves it so.
And I will press my ear to the Father’s heart and loosen my grip on everything that fools me into believing that Christ is not enough…
Because when poke comes to shove, He alone absolutely is.