the choice.

Tuesday, January 18, 2011


do you see the burnt edges?
the frost did that.  yes.  frost.  in arizona.  I know.
that's kinda how I felt about four hours ago...burned a little bit.
let me explain...

today was a seriously strange day.
no scratch that.  this week has been an odd week.
you see, this week I was faced with the reality of this verse...

"I was hungry and you fed me. I was thirsty and you gave me a drink.
but then they will say 'when did we ever see you hungry and feed you, thirsty and give you a drink?'
then I will say to them 'whenever you did one of these things to someone overlooked or ignored,
that was me—you did it to Me."

but what if that person you fed ended up lying about needing to be fed?
should it change your response the next time?

after a lot of thinking and gardening today :), I think that no.
it shouldn't change how I respond.
He has been so generous with me.  it's not up to me to judge someone else's heart.
maybe a little bit more wisdom needs to be peppered in...
                                    He's put a lot wiser people around me to help with that...

yes, my heart might have gotten a little bit frost-bit today...even felt a little stinky inside.
but I still get the choice, the choice.  to be as fragrant as a rose made for His purpose.

               it's always a choice.



2 comments:

Linny Jane Vintage said...

Good stuff jen and great thoughts!

I don't think we need to be concerned about what happens after we obey...the point is that we are trusting God to use us. Even if he doesn't. It still kinda stings sometimes though when we make an effort and don't see the "results" we hoped for, but it's just one more opportunity to trust God and give him control.

Ok. And thus concludes my deepest blog comment ever:)

janet said...

Very glad to hear about the gardening...God can get through to us better when we're in His creation. If we have love...His kind of love...we believe all things...we trust, we hope, we forgive...just as He has forgiven us so much.

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