As I sat on a plane, slowly descending back into my home state, God nudged me. He’d been nudging me for a couple of months, actually. But, the glint of the overhead light, off the diamond in my wedding ring, was His final hip-check.
I had spent the previous few days listening and learning from some of the best Christian Speaking and Writing professionals. Filled to the fullest would be an understatement. Session after workshop after keynote speech, the same few words kept being repeated. It felt much like Morse Code, alerting me to a message meant for my heart alone.
I started to decode the message in my journal after that first day. But, distractions were everywhere and my eyes weren’t fixed.
And, I know that because the next day, I found myself copying those same few words again. Only, this time, I chose to just sit with them a bit. I knew they were meant for me to hear. I just couldn’t grasp why.
Days later, enjoying some pool time amongst precious friends, the conversation flitted around those same words.
And then, twenty-four hours later, sitting in seat 6B and enjoying the unexpected pleasure of a row to myself, guess what? As I listened to one of my favorite podcasts, it became clear that God wasn’t finished laying that message on my heart.
Clearly, I hadn’t received it the way I needed to.
Hearing and receiving isn’t always the same thing, is it?
I’m going to tell you something that I’ve told you about four hundred times, already.
As I confidently share with others, all the time, God declares we are enough. God declares that I am enough. Made so by Christ. The solid rock on which I stand.
Because, friends? All other ground surely is sinking sand.
I’ve found myself descending in it a time or twenty.
But this particular message, the one where God fills my empty places, and declares that He is enough, just hadn’t sunk in.
In fact, prior to leaving for this particular trip, I was so hoping to impress the outside world with my worth that I was willing to wear my fake wedding rings. (If you’ve experienced pregnancy or weight gain… or better yet, pregnancy AND weight gain, then you know exactly why I even have the fake rings!)
I was willing to wear these rings to a conference of OTHER BELIEVING WOMEN!
Oh God, how I still need You!
I didn’t… wear the fake rings, I mean.
At the last-minute, I reread a piece I was going to submit for a Writing Critique session. The following Bible verse was central to my piece.
“The Lord does not look at the things people look at. People look at the outward appearance, but the Lord looks at the heart.” (1 Samuel 16:7 NIV)
This verse is central to my being.
Indeed. The entire five days, God filled me up, poured me out, and shined His light in dark places. In me. Through me. He showed me, much like he showed Samuel, that He has no need for me to impress anyone with anything other than the heart He’s given me.
And as that light glittered off the diamond, the real diamond, of my wedding ring, I realized all over again how very much grace I need.