Friday, September 4, 2015

The Miracle of You

Yesterday, I said that when we get to Heaven and we're completed in who we were meant to be, we're finally going to make sense to each other. I'm going to see in you all the holy things I missed down here, and you're going to see the same in me. I'm going to understand why you did the things you did in just the way you did them, and you're going to understand the same about me. And we're going to look at each other and see, clearly, God revealed.

So let's start now.

Let's start looking at each other now like God is manifest in every life. Let's start looking at each other like God is doing something incredible in each and every life. Let's start looking at each other like we all make sense - beautiful, glorious, God-honoring sense. 

Let's start valuing the things in each other that we don't understand, that we can't understand. Let's start living like God actually knew what He was doing when He created each and every one of us. You. Me. The girl down the street. The guy behind bars. The man on the corner. The woman in line. Every. Single. One. of us.

Right now, we're failing miserably at this. We're looking at each other in judgment. We're looking at each other, trying to get each other to manifest God in this way or that instead of looking for the way we're each showing Him now. We're trying to get those around us to live "holy" lives without realizing this one very important thing:

Everyone made in the image of God is already living a holy life.

And that's true whether they know it or not. 

God is written into our very hearts. He's etched on our very lives. He lives through our very breaths. Whether we know Him or not. Whether we love Him or not. Whether we mean to or not, we each manifest something of God in this world. We can't help ourselves; it's our very nature. 

I grew up heathen. I've made no secret of that. I grew up in a culture that made fun of Christians for sport. I grew up in a house that didn't value God, didn't even know Him. But I was known for my spirit. I was known for the kind of little girl I was. People looked into me and saw beyond the story I thought I was telling and instead, saw the story that was being told in me. I didn't recognize it at the time, didn't appreciate it. But as I've come to grow up into that story, I am so, so thankful for the people who were speaking truth into my story before I could even see it.

That's what we need to do for each other. We're so stuck on the stories we think people are telling that we're blind to the stories that are being told in them. And those are the bigger stories. Those are the greater stories. Those...are God's stories. One day, when all is perfected and we're complete as God intended us, we'll look at each other and see that.

So let's start now. Ok? Let's make today "one day."

Go love somebody.

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