Setting God Free
Crying during a sermon doesn't happen often (although something tells me that it should) so when it does it's worth writing about. Several weeks ago it happened and I'm still thinking about that sermon. It was the fourth of July actually. I am thankful that my pastor didn't choose to speak that Sunday on patriotism and God's blessings upon America. He did speak about freedom but unrelated to any war that has ever been fought on earth.
That particular morning on the way to church I was reflecting to God (really, I was whining) about my life and specifically the past few years. I was questioning why He had me move to Ft. Worth for a year when I had it so good in GA at JFBC, and then why did He have me move to Waco when I really liked my roommate and the girls I was discipling in Ft. Worth, and NOW, when I like where I live and the church that I'm the youth director at, He is having me move houses and quit my job to work at Baylor. It's not like with each move my life gets better - actually with each move, something gets a little worse in my view. Anyway, after my complaints to God, it was His turn to speak.
The sermon addressed God's freedom in our lives. You see, I was moved to tears because something made me aware of the reason all this has happened in my life. I have allowed God to be free and do what He wills in my life (of course I don't always obey immediately and with no complaints). God has shown himself to be faithful and I don't have cause to doubt when he tells me to do something. I would not want it any other way - I surrendered to God a long time ago and I trust that wherever He leads me is for a purpose and a much larger plan than I could ever have for myself.
Any of this sound familiar? To end, the organist played the hymn "Have Thine Own Way, Lord" during Communion - if you don't know the words it's the song that says, "You are the potter, I am the clay. Mold me and make me, after thy will, while I am waiting, yielded and still." Just another reminder that we are being shaped and molded into the image of Christ! Being molded is a tough thing - we are not always waiting, yielded and still!
That particular morning on the way to church I was reflecting to God (really, I was whining) about my life and specifically the past few years. I was questioning why He had me move to Ft. Worth for a year when I had it so good in GA at JFBC, and then why did He have me move to Waco when I really liked my roommate and the girls I was discipling in Ft. Worth, and NOW, when I like where I live and the church that I'm the youth director at, He is having me move houses and quit my job to work at Baylor. It's not like with each move my life gets better - actually with each move, something gets a little worse in my view. Anyway, after my complaints to God, it was His turn to speak.
The sermon addressed God's freedom in our lives. You see, I was moved to tears because something made me aware of the reason all this has happened in my life. I have allowed God to be free and do what He wills in my life (of course I don't always obey immediately and with no complaints). God has shown himself to be faithful and I don't have cause to doubt when he tells me to do something. I would not want it any other way - I surrendered to God a long time ago and I trust that wherever He leads me is for a purpose and a much larger plan than I could ever have for myself.
Any of this sound familiar? To end, the organist played the hymn "Have Thine Own Way, Lord" during Communion - if you don't know the words it's the song that says, "You are the potter, I am the clay. Mold me and make me, after thy will, while I am waiting, yielded and still." Just another reminder that we are being shaped and molded into the image of Christ! Being molded is a tough thing - we are not always waiting, yielded and still!
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