Stop


I’m one who loves to grow. Of course I don't always enjoy the growth process, but I deeply desire to further my relationship with the Lord. To be a more well rounded individual. To be constantly learning. To be aware of who I am and how I can be better.

That is until about two years ago when I began to crumble.

“No more reading for a while.”

These were the compassionate words of someone that I trusted. Words that I didn’t even know I desperately needed to hear. You see, growth is incredibly healthy and very encouraged. That is, until you take it too far and are tempted by this false idea and goal of perfection. This idea that maybe if you try enough, do enough, follow close enough, then maybe you will be enough. My schedule was consumed with meetings. I was only home long enough to essentially sleep and shower then go back at it again the next day. But this is the expectation that was brewing in my culture around me so I felt it was normal. I had also lived most of my life with two planners and a scheduled day so I didn’t see the trouble. If I could just work fast enough and long enough then maybe my worth will be enriched with deeper skill sets and extra responsibility. Constantly trying to prove myself to people, the Lord, or even to myself.

But the cycle didn’t ever stop. When it did then it felt as if I was missing something. That maybe I had dropped the ball and disappointment would be just around the corner. All the while, I was constantly judging myself while pretending that it was justifiably pursuit of growth. Now—there is a difference. There’s a difference between seeking to grow and seeking to prove your worth. As women, we are immersed in a culture that tells us to “be better” and “look better”. To be overextended in every area of our lives while making sure to always appear put together.
Friends,, my life was in pieces as I expressed all of these “feelings” to my counselor. Yes—counselor. (It was best thing I’ve ever done for myself). I sat there on that brown couch trying to make sense of it all. To make them understand the importance of all these “things” that I had filled my life with.  Trying to explain how I needed to be at everything,. How I needed to meet all of these unrealistic expectations. How I’d read all these books and how they’d open my eyes to new things…until the end of my session came.

“No more reading for a while. You judge yourself too harshly. You expect yourself to be able to carry the world on your shoulders. You’ve got to rest. How are you ever supposed to heal and move forward when you don’t even have enough time to create healthy boundaries in your life?”

In Shauna Niequist’s book Present Over Perfect, she puts it best: “The more I listen to myself, my body, my feelings, and the less I listen to the “should” and “must” and “to-do” voices, the more I realize my body and spirit have been whispering all along, but I couldn’t hear them over the chaos and noise of the life I’d created. I was addicted to this chaos, but like any addiction, it was damaging to me. Here’s what I know: I thought the busyness would keep me safe. They keep me numb. Which is not the same as safe.”

I was numb yet I kept on pretending to feel. I had this expectation that stopping to breathe for even  a little while was weak.  There was even a fear that if I stopped to look at my life long enough, that if I took the time to see who I really was….well then there would be no coming back from that disappointment. How could I ever be enough? When could I ever just stop and take a break for a while? Why did God have such a high expectation threshold over my life that He knew I was killing myself to meet?

One day, I did finally stop.
I stopped trying. Stopped criticizing. And the truth began to finally settle in. I slowly started saying “no” instead of “yes”. I started creating margins in my schedule. I started putting value on times of rest.

I’m not perfect and I never will be. I can’t fix everything. I can’t be everything for every person. But God never asked me to be. He never asked you to be either. When we finally have that revelation, we're free.

So I say to you, sister, stop.

Take a step back.

To you mommas, wives, daughters, grandmas, working women, stay-at-home moms, boss ladies—Those commitments that keep you from enjoying your life and soaking in the simple, little moments, let some of them go. I know you can't let them all go, but at least open your hands and start writing in pencil. I am begging you to take a breath! A long, deep one! We have one life to live so let's get to it! Let's actually live it!





One Step at a Time


Such a simple verse, honestly probably one of the first Bible verses you end up memorizing in Sunday school, yet it never ceases to amaze me how those simple childhood verses can hold such deep meaning when you finally stop and actually process what they are saying.

When I imagine God and His intervention in my life I envision a brightly lit road lined with streetlights. A road where the direction I am going is clear, and what lies ahead is clearly visible. I have time to prepare for what is coming.

Fortunately, that is not how God works.

He clearly states that He is “...a lamp unto my feet...”. Take a second to ponder that. My feet. That seems as worthless as trying to see by the light of your cell phone (way back when when they did not all come with built in flashlights). You know what kind of light I am talking about. The sort of light that illuminates about ten inches down around your feet and absolutely nothing beyond that. If you are lucky you can see your very next step, but there is literally no way you can see what is coming beyond that step. There is no preparation for stepping into that hole or tripping over that tree root until you are already upon it, and then you pretty much have to just have to trust that you won’t die in whatever comes next.

When you sit and think about it, that is exactly how God works. There is no road lined with street lights. There are no roadmaps, mile markers, or blinking neon signs. He is a faithful and magnificent guide. Of course He knows the course, but for the most part, He’s only ever going to guide you in that next step. He does not illuminate the road; He merely illuminates our feet.

Now, the control freak in me finds this endlessly frustrating. I want to know what is next. I NEED to prepare for what is coming. Having Him guide me day by day does not always feel helpful, it usually feels like walking in the dark with my RAZR phone.

In recent years though, I have slowly come to realize that maybe our omniscient and omnipotent Guide knew what He was doing when He chose to light just our feet. Maybe He knew that if we saw the road ahead, we would never choose to take it. If we knew what obstacles awaited, what hardships were to come, what tragedies were to befall us- we would take one look at that brightly lit road, crumple up that map, shield our eyes from those neon signs and run as fast as possible in the opposite direction. I look back at my life, and I know beyond a shadow of a doubt I would not have chosen this path voluntarily. Not if I had seen the challenges that it held beneath those bright lights.

Now, for you to understand this I am going to give you a little background about myself. I really took that Robert Frost poem to heart. You know the one that says, “Two roads diverged in a wood, and I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference.”

My life has been nothing but the path less traveled by. I grew up the child of missionaries in northern Mexico. By middle school we had relocated to the United States, and I had lived 12 different places. This August I will be moving on to country number three, which brings my location total to 16. It has been a life of goodbyes, and for years now I have found myself longing for to live somewhere longer than a few years, for a place to call home. I always knew I wanted to go into missions myself, and when the opportunity arose for me to return to Mexico to teach at a Christian school in Guadalajara, I assumed I was coming back to stay. I had always been open to the idea of living internationally long term, and Mexico had always felt far more like home than the United States. I was in a culture I loved, doing my dream job (teaching middle school- abnormal dream job, I know), and involved in the most incredible church. When people asked me what my long term plans were, the answer was “staying here”. I was content in Mexico. I was happy.

The catch is though, that God does not call us to happiness; He calls us to Himself. Naturally, pursuing Him wholeheartedly leads to a different and deeper type of happiness and satisfaction, but it is not the same as simple contentment. One is rooted in God’s plans and desires, the other is rooted in being comfortable. I was comfortable. I wanted this to be home. I had done my share of moving, of relocating, of restarting on my own. I was ready to stay, but God had other plans. In September, God dropped a small school in Germany into my heart. He called me away from the balmy tropics of Mexico, where I know the language and culture, into the cold Black Forest of Germany, where my German knowledge can be fully encompassed in “nein” and pretzels. He led me from a salaried job to one that requires raising financial support. He took me away from a place I had made into a home into yet another fresh start on my own.I was not happy on pretty much every level. This was not my plan. I did not want to do this. I was content where I already was, but slowly God nudged me in this new direction and warmed my heart to the idea, so much so that I applied and accepted a position at Black Forest Academy for this coming fall.

Now I find myself in Mexico, teaching the most rambunctious bunch of sixth graders the world has ever seen (I have several dozen boys and a handful of girls. Every day we don’t burn the school down, I count as a success.), and as I am teaching this crew I am also trying to raise financial support to go to Germany via social media (which statistically has a 1% success rate). Because I am in Mexico I have no way to speak at churches, visit small groups, share at youth groups, etc. I have a two to three week turnaround time between leaving Mexico and moving to Germany, and only a few months to attempt to raise $2,400 a month in support.

Now, being honest, if I had seen this on my brightly lit road, I probably would not have chosen this path. I would’ve taken matters into my own hands and rewritten my own more convenient route. I would have chosen to have a year after Mexico based in the States to raise support in person, or I would have stayed in the States instead of coming to Mexico at all so I could prepare for Germany. Potentially, I would have said no to Germany, decided it is too complicated, and simply chosen to ignore what God was clearly telling me and stay in Mexico. But that was not what happened. Instead God revealed each step, each challenge, each leap of faith as it came upon my path, and in those moments He gave me the grace and strength I needed to pass. I find each day full of bountiful blessings as I watch Him provide in ways that only He can. If I had not taken this road, I never would have had the opportunity to learn what trust really is- what it looks like manifested in my day to day life.

In spite of the projected 1% success rate, I find myself nearing that 50% mark of my needed monthly support. In spite of the fact that I know no German, and I hate the cold. I find myself so indescribably excited to go serve at Black Forest Academy. Having grown up on the mission field, I have wanted to work with missionary kids for as long as I can remember, and in recent years I have found a passion for working with Middle Eastern refugees growing in me. Black Forest Academy with its ministry focus as a boarding school for missionary kids and its location in Germany guarantees both. In spite of the fact that I hate moving and am longing for one place to call home, I find my heart so thrilled at the prospect of what yet another fresh start may hold. In spite of the fact that I fell in love with Latin American culture and always anticipated pursuing long term ministry here, I am eagerly awaiting the chance for Germany to capture my heart in new and different ways.

Had I seen this path would I have chosen it? No. I would not choose a new country, new culture, and new language. I would not choose to start over on my own again. I would not walk away from a salaried job to attempt to raise support in a matter of months from a foreign country. I would not be thrilled at the prospect of going even further away from my family.

Yet here I am, walking forward down this path full of eager anticipation for what each next step will hold. Had I not walked down this path, had I looked at the map and seen the obstacles it would hold, I would have lost out on the magnificent new understanding I have of God. He truly is the most superb Guide, who is waiting to provide for us in the most unexpected and beautiful ways if we only step out in faith and allow Him too. When we walk through the dark, seeing only our feet, it allows Him to bridge the chasms, break down the walls, and fill in the holes. I praise God that He only lights my feet; because had He given me a streetlight I would have lost out on so many opportunities to know and trust Him more. Faith would lose its power, if we had streetlights, roadmaps, and neon signs.

If you want to know more about me, my life teaching middle school boys, my upcoming ministry in Germany, or how to partner with me in my ministry just hop on over to rebekahsharp.wordpress.com. Seriously, if you (or a church/small group/youth group/ Sunday school class) you know is interested in helping play a part in my upcoming ministry of serving missionary kids and refugees do not hesitate to contact me. Also if you had any more questions about my journey in trusting God, and how to survive when its just your feet being lit, I would love to talk more with you! Just send me an email at rebekah.sharp.2011@gmail.com.









Hope that conquers


Sometimes in the dead of night a memory of my past slips back into my conscience to haunt my waking moments.

Their purpose?  A curse to remind me of fleeting experience wrapped up in nights and days that I'd rather just forget all together.

Yet these ancient ghosts are stirred to life again. Maybe it's a smell or a feeling or a sound. Maybe it is the combination of a sight and a taste. Sometimes it's just a color, but when these aberrations strike they enslave me again locked in the memories of my past.

The guilt in these moments seems unbearable. I'm easily crippled--incapacitated--paralyzed in their glare. Escaping them is quite impossible. Running?  Futile. Forever frozen, just looking for the solution. 

But isn't that just the way of an enemy?  Attack with the most paralyzing of possible fears?
Perhaps so. In fact, I'm certain, yes.

The most paralyzing of possible fears.

To look at my past may stir my self doubt and my self hatred, but to look at the future I see only hope.  Where darkness once reigned now light, only, remains.

Oh, to live in the light of a new day...
of a new dawn...
of a new tomorrow...
of a new start
watching the past slip back into the bottomless hole of my memories and feeling the warmth of light eternal hold me in the stillness of precious silence.
   
His love surrounds me again.









Closing the Gap


Do you ever feel misunderstood? Overlooked? Left out?

Yeah, I think we all do from time to time. I have to admit I often feel these things. There are many times when I feel as if I don't fit in any category that we as human beings often sort people in. It's true, we have categories. You are in the married category, the parent category, the single category, the student category, the divorced category, the widowed category, and so on and so on. We have these distinctions. And they pretty much determine our friend groups and socializing habits. But what if you don't neatly fit into any one of those categories? And we are back to misunderstood, overlooked, and left out.

I am sure we all feel misunderstood. The stay at home mom feels as if everyone thinks they sit at home and watch daytime tv all day. Ha! They don't.

Homeschool parents may feel like everyone assumes they feed their kids granola and everyday is a field trip. It's not.

Married without children ladies may feel like everyone is having babies, except for them.

Single ladies.... well that's where I fit in. Hmmm... what do I feel? (Honesty moment ahead)
I feel like people assume I am desperate and upset about not being married at 27. I feel like people often speak in hushed tones in my absence about how they wish I could find a husband. I feel like I am looked at as a half rather than a whole. I feel like some people would take me more seriously if I were married. I feel like some people would be more comfortable around me if I were married. I feel like the topic of relationships is avoided in an effort to not make me feel bad. And worst of all, I feel isolated from friendship with ladies my age who aren't single. Misunderstood. Overlooked. Left out.

Now hear me out, my objective here is NOT to make you feel sorry for me or anyone else who is single, pointing out all the injustices we face and demanding EQUAL RIGHTS FOR SINGLE PEOPLE! (Hey, that's a new one.) We have enough of our society demanding that privileges be rights and rights become privileges. But let me just correct some of the misunderstandings that I stated above. 

I am not desperate and I am not upset about being single at 27. This isn't a fake smile I wear. I don't cry myself to sleep at night and ask God, "Why haven't I found him yet?" To be honest, I have never questioned it. Because I believe that as long as I am following God's lead, He will take care of the details and arrangements. I am totally good with that.

Yes, I do feel the whispers of people trying to think of someone, ANYONE, I may be a good match with. And that's fine if you need to problem solve in that way (grandma & grandpa), but you won't be solving my problem. Because I don't have one. You see, I don't see singleness as a problem. I don't see it as unfortunate. I don't see it as a shameful thing. Me being single says absolutely nothing bad about me; and if you are reading this and are single yourself, honey there is nothing wrong with you. As much as I don't consider singleness a curse, I also don't call it a gift as many self-help books may. I call it my location. You see I don't consider singleness my destination, if it was God would have laid that on my heart. But it is where I am at now, and I can enjoy the scenery from while I am here.

I, as I am sure other singles, feel as if I am looked at as a half rather than a whole. Even not taken as seriously as a married lady would be. Hear my heart in this, you do not need to feel sorry for me, because I don't feel sorry for myself. However, I could recount many stories from my own life of times when I wasn't given a job, wasn't invited to a get together, wasn't thought of because of where I am in life. I vividly remember being declined a job opportunity because, "I would hate to bring you on here without any potential man for you." I think you can understand why I am okay with not getting that position. 

I guess people would be more comfortable if I were married. I haven't quite figured out why yet, but if you do, let me know! A more recent example of this happened when I ran into a friend from college at a public venue with his wife. If you know anything about the college I went to you would know the notorious side hug. I mean, it's what you do! Upon greeting my old fellow classmate he emphatically stuck out his hand for a nice, friendly handshake. I could have cared less about shaking his hand, I enjoy a good ole handshake. But it was the clear, calculated and intentionality of it that made me realize, he was uncomfortable.

Finally, and most painful for me personally, is the feeling of isolation. I have found it difficult to sustain friendships, and even family relationships, that are important to me because I am in a different place in life. It breaks my heart when I have a better relationship with a friend's children than I do with my friend. (Just one of the wonders of kids. It doesn't matter who you are, if you will play with them and listen to them they're sold!) There have been many times when friends assume I am more interested in their children's lives than in their own. I really don't know what causes this gap. It could be the fact that I am not learning how to parent. It could be I don't have to deal with sustaining a marriage. It could be that I just don't get it. Whatever it is, I believe this gap that separates women needs to be closed.

This whole single thing is a topic I do prefer to avoid, not because I am uncomfortable or upset by it, but because I don't want to be misunderstood. But the truth is we all share the same feelings, just about different things. You may not be in the single category, but each category has it's own areas of isolation. Single, married, kids, no kids, widowed, young, old, we all face our fair share of insecurities. But all of those feelings of isolation and insecurities only widen the gap between us, when all the time God is calling us to close in those gaps.


Bear with each other. We all long for connection and community. Those are just trendy ways of saying, we all want friends. We all need friends. But instead of just looking for women who are just like you, why not look for women you can connect with. Look for women who build you up and who you can build up as well. Look for them regardless of what "category" they live in, and when you find them work on closing that gap. Maybe you don't have firsthand experience with whatever they may be living through, that's okay! We are called to bear with each other in love. And let's be honest, sometimes we get worn out with people telling us how they did something. We don't always need someone to tell us how to get through a situation, we just need them to get through it with us.

Forgive one another if any of you has a grievance against someone. Friend, maybe you have been hurt by someone who didn't understand you. Maybe you have been overlooked and left out. It hurts! I know it does. But we have got to forgive. I say we, because I have to too. There are people who have hurt me and they don't even know it! But how silly it is of me to walk around thinking about how they hurt me, getting hurt all over again. It doesn't change the way they have made you feel, and it may not change the way they will make you feel in the future. But it is the way that you can live in freedom and in love.

Can I give you a little challenge?
Find someone who is in a different stage of life than you are and love on them this week. Where ever they are at, spend time with them or just send them a message or text letting them know how loved they are and that you thought of them. Just knowing someone is thinking about you can be POWERFUL and make all the difference.





Is God Just?



Like many of you, I was so saddened by the terrorist attack that took place in Manchester last week. As I've been thinking of and praying for the people and families who have been affected, I've been returning to the thoughts that many of us deal with when tragedies happen. Is God just? Why does He allow things like this to happen?

I've written before about living in Greece and how I encountered the refugee crisis firsthand. I met people whose family members had been killed or drowned, saw horrible suffering and grief up close, and witnessed how evil humans can be to one another. I was talking to a Greek friend of mine once about the crisis, and she said to me, "I know you are close to God. Why do you think He allows this?" I remember driving away from the border on certain nights feeling such heaviness and wondering if there was a clear answer to these issues.

Thousands of years ago, Habakkuk dealt with those same questions. He saw injustice happening all around him in Israel and evil going unpunished, and asked God, "why are you idle?" God's response was not what Habakkuk wanted to hear. He told Habakkuk that He was preparing to bring judgment upon Israel by allowing the Babylonians to take them captive.

Can you imagine asking God, "why do you allow injustice?" And him responding, "Actually, I am about to use a dictatorship to bring judgment on your country." Habakkuk discovered that God's justice would come, but it would not be in the way he wanted. God will bring about justice on earth, but it may not be in the way we expect or the timing that we prefer.

God went on to tell Habakkuk that one day, "the earth will be filled with the knowledge of the glory of the Lord as the waters cover the sea." Through the death and resurrection of Jesus, God has and is making all things new. He will fill the earth with His glory. And he invites us to join with Him in seeking His kingdom and accomplishing His mission on earth. We are called by God to bring Him glory through making Him known and working to bring His kingdom on earth. A big part of that is working for justice on the earth.

We can be encouraged knowing that God's aim will be accomplished. The earth will be filled with His glory. He will bring justice and renew all things.

And no matter what suffering or hardships we are encountering, we can hope in God. Habakkuk 3:17-18 says,



All of the things mentioned in these verses describe what would have been Habakkuk and his community's livelihood. They were farmers, shepherds and harvesters. He's saying, even if all I have is taken from me, even if I have nothing to live on or no hope for the future, I will rejoice in God. I get more of God.

Even if everything is going wrong and it may seem as if there is no justice or hope in sight, we can rejoice in God. We can put our faith in Him and press into Him, knowing that He is good and that He will bring justice.



Being Still


I’ve been staring at the computer screen for a while now. I keep trying to find the perfect topic to write about, but I just can’t find the words. I have nothing.

During this time of nothing, I am reminded of a verse in the Bible—a verse that has become foundational for me. Psalm 46:10 says, “Be still and know I am God…” It’s quite ironic that I love this verse so much. I’m the furthest thing from “still.” My mind is always going a hundred miles an hour. I can literally be thinking about one thing and jump 100 places to the next thing. My husband often jokes that he can’t keep up with me. I joke back by telling him I cannot keep up with myself (which is mostly true). The problem with thinking so much is sometimes it can get you into trouble. I don’t just think about all the things I need to get done in a day, week or a month or two (yes, even months ahead). I think about the what-ifs, how comes, why nots, and oh-no’s. In fact, I can draw a scenario up in my head faster than I can speak it. I can literally stress about stressing. On the days, I just cannot settle my thoughts, fears and overwhelming tasks I go back to Psalm 46:10 and I remind myself to “be still and know He is God.” This is hard for me. Not in a way of knowing He is God in my head, because I know He is. But, in a way of connecting my head with my heart. Trusting that no matter what is going on in my life or what the future looks like from my perspective that He is God and because He is God I’m going to be okay.

Recently, my life has been filled with a lot of uncertainties that have thrown me into a whirlwind of emotion, stress and fear. One of these uncertainties has been my husband’s back surgery. In a matter of a week’s time we found out what we thought was an old injury that usually healed with several trips a year to the chiropractor was now going to be surgery that would affect my husband’s abilities permantely. My husband, who is 27 went from being the person in our family to lift all the heavy stuff, carry our boys around, take the trash out, and many more things to not being able to drive (for a few weeks at least), lift anything over 5lbs and not being able to even tie his own shoes. I went from depending on my husband (way more than I realized I did) to having him depend on me. During the chaos and uncertainty right now, I have found myself at a crossroads. One part of me wants to scream, kick, throw a fit and run away screaming “what in the world are you doing, Lord?! Why now?!” But the other part of me feels this quieting of my soul, this inner strength from the Lord, this still small voice telling me, “be still, my Child, and trust me.”

And so, I fight the emotions every day until finally I’m tired of fighting and I give in to the trust part. To some this may sound crazy but for me, it works. I fight my fears, insecurities, doubts, and emotions until I’m so tired that I have no choice but to trust God. I get to the end of myself where I find only God. You see, this season of my life is crazy, but it has also been a time of great surrender. I’m not saying it’s pretty, because there are days that it most definitely is not. There are so many different things going on in our lives right now that I no longer can “outthink, out-resource, or out-do” my circumstances on my own. I am forced to either fall by my own strength or give up and “rest” in His.

So, as I sat and stared at an empty computer screen I felt as though I was taking a glimpse into my life. Chaos surrounding me, so much uncertainty, multiple perceived setbacks—all that becomes like a blank screen when I place it in front of God. Although I feel all these emotions, I find myself quieted not out of defeat but out of this assurance, this hope, this confidence that God in His all-knowing, all powerful self has this, us, in His hands and He knows exactly what He is doing. It’s in these times when I finally understand what it means to be still. When my mind fails me, when my physical body fails me, my heart is still able to cling to Jesus and find that place of rest. God knows me. He knows my over thinking mind and it’s here He has drawn me to a deeper place with Him and has shown me how much He can do in me with even the tiniest of faith. Oh, to have more faith. But for now, I will cling, crawl, whatever it takes to hold on to Him during the chaos. It’s in my desperation I’m finding Him in ways I never knew before. In my desperation, He reveals His strength in me. I am a conqueror in Christ. I can do all things through Him. I am victorious in Him. So, despite the circumstances in our lives right now, I will be still and know that He is God.

Because He really is.



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You Were Made | to use your gifts


God's cool-ness never ceases to amaze me. We don't have to have a lot of resources to do great things for God. We don't have to be rich. We don't have to be beautiful. We don't even have to be super talented. We just have to use what's in our hands.

I'm reminded of Moses when he asked God how he could ever be the one to lead the Children of Israel out of slavery and into the Promise Land. He basically argued with God. He gave the Infinite-Omniscient all the reasons he would never be the deliverer.

He stuttered.

He was a shepherd.

He had left Egypt.

He had even killed a man.

After listening to all Moses's doubt, God asked him, "Moses, what's in your hand?"

All Moses had was a simple staff-a shepherding staff. All Moses had was a stick...just a piece of wood.

You know, God used that staff to show Himself mighty and strong. God only asked Moses to submit his staff and his person and with those two things, and a little help with self-confidence from Aaron, God delivered the Hebrews out of 400 years of Egyptian slavery and into freedom. Though it took another 40 years for the Hebrews to understand what freedom from slavery was, Moses and his staff were the key to their freedom.
My grandmother, Sereta, is an excellent cook. Every holiday she plans and preps these fabulous meals. They are always plated just right. The dishes and table clothes always match. They are just perfect.

Recently, my grandparents found a leak under the house in the kitchen area. In order to fix the leak, her kitchen had to be tore up for months. She morned the loss of her kitchen, but on the day it was back in service we had a big, family party. After dinner, the family gathered in the kitchen. My grandma wanted us all to pray that God would bless that kitchen and use it for His glory. To most people that room is just a place where meals are made, but to my grandmother that kitchen is a tool that can be used to bring people into community with each other and into relationship with God.

Today, you may doubt that you are significant or that there is anything God could ever use you to do, but God isn't asking for you do something huge. He's really not asking for your most significant talent or all of your resources. He's just asking for what's in your hand. Submit what's in your hand to Him. He will do the rest.

Make the decision to submit what's in your hand, no matter what that is, to God. See what He will do with it. I think you'll be surprised. Who knows? Perhaps you'll look behind you to see an entire population of people following you forward out of slavery and into freedom.






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