Reckless Wasteful God?

God is into extravagance. I cannot shake the amazingness of it, nor its implications.

Extravagant love.
Extravagant grace.
Extravagant forgivness.
Extravagant mercy.
Extravagant beauty.

You get the point.

Or do you? Do I?

Indulgence.  Absurdity. Excess. Folly. Lavishness. Outrageousness. Preposterousness. Recklessness. Squander. Unreasonableness. Unrestraint. Wastefulness. Wildness.

That is extravagance and God is extravagant.

He orchestrates moments in time, paths crossing, people meeting briefly on the other side of the world to speak what He is saying, to allow heaven and earth collide for a moment, and to usher His life into their situations. From a practical standpoint it is wasteful, outrageous, and absurd, but God isn’t limited to our practicality.

God colors the flower in the remotest part of the world that no eye will ever see with as much beauty as the one that I will stop and breathe in deeply of the fragrance it pours forth in praise. He brilliantly paints the sky multiple times a day in a grand masterpiece that most of us barely even notice. It seems a lot like folly.

He pours out His love on the one convicted of murder, lavishes His grace on the one caught in the midst of adultery, and dines with sinners and tax collectors. It seems preposterous, reckless and completely outside of our comfort.

Maybe the most extravagant of all:

“For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life.” John 3:16 (NIV)

The absurdity of God coming to earth in the form of a helpless, tiny baby. The outrageous idea of Jesus, the Son of God, having to grow up, work, and live for years in obscurity. The unreasonableness of God made flesh and dying a criminal’s death, bloodied, beaten, bruised.

It is too extravagant for most of us so we try to tame the One who is wild and untameable.  The extravagance God shows frightens most of us away. It is too messy and it doesn’t fit in our box.

But what happens if we begin to live and believe in a God of extravagance?

 

 

Over commit to one thing (via Leadership Freak)

I am one of those people that tend to over commit. That’s why the blog below by Dan Rockwell caught my attention and I think he makes some good points.

I agree that over commitment brings about mediocre results, at best. As for failing less, I agree that if you are failing it shouldn’t be because of not being able to juggle all the commitments you have… but I do think it is entirely different if the failure is the result of stepping out and trying something new.

On the flip side knowing that I tend to over commit I seem to swing to the opposite extreme and make no commitments to anything. Neither option is healthy.

As with all things in life, a balance needs to be found. I’m still trying to find it.

What are your thoughts on committing? Over? Under? Why? How? Etc?

Over commit to one thing “Successful people have a glaring tendency to over commit,” Marshal Goldsmith. Leaders live for opportunities. Opportunities ignite passions. As a result they may chase too many chickens at once and end up empty handed. In other words, opportunities may create over commitment. Over commitment yields mediocre results. ***** Get further by doing less not … Read More

via Leadership Freak

Treading

Knowing I had to make it to Gainesville for the Stirred Conference Thursday, I knew I had to tackle at least one of my problems head on. Since driving home from Training Camp a week ago and discovering a couple of foreign objects in one of my front tires, I had been desperately avoiding dealing with the situation. Living here I don’t have my trusted mechanic to call and when it comes to my vehicle I am a big baby.

In other words, it messes up and I fall apart.

So after lots of crying and anxiousness the time came to get it fixed. Around halfway through my shower I suddenly came to a, “What the heck? I am a daughter of the King. I will not be anxious about this. You are my Good Father and You know my need. You are my provider and You are going to take care of this” moment. And done.

I left the house with renewed confidence (along with donning a skirt, fixed hair and makeup – more than willing to pull the helpless girl card!). Pulling out of the house I simply said, “Ok God where am I going?” To which I heard, “Go to Buford.” Ok, simple (and logical) enough. Approaching one of the stoplights I sensed I should turn right. Ok, no problem. Driving along I find none other than Discount Tire. That will work!

After having to wait (a bit nervously) for about 15 minutes one of the workers, Mike, asked how he could help. I briefly explained the chunk of metal in my tire, my need to get to NC where my dad has new tires waiting and my desire for them to either patch it or put on my spare so I can accomplish #2.

He responded with, “Now you don’t want to put on your spare tire.”

To which I responded, “Well you don’t understand. I have the money to get home and that’s about it so I don’t really have options here.”

“Well if you were my girl I would not want you driving that far on a spare so I tell you what I’m going to do better than that. I’m going to get you a loaner tire,” Mike replied.

In my head I thought, “Oh boy… how much is this going to cost me?!” So I asked.

As we walked inside and he handed me a cold bottle of water and I asked the important question shouting in my head.

“So… ummm… can you tell me how much this will cost? Just an estimate?” I tentatively tossed out.

“Nothing but your time,” he said.

I’m sorry… what was that?!

He grinned, “Just have a seat in the corner and relax and we will fix you up.”

Returning several minutes later he took down my information, cleared out the fees and sent me on my way wishing me a safe journey home.

But first I gave him a really big hug.

Then I heard God whisper, “See baby girl, I know your needs and I have you in the palm of my hand.”

a moment of transparency

I need to be needed. I need a purpose.

This is one of my more recent conclusions. I have, however, not yet determined if this is detrimental, purely selfish, okay or possibly even positive.

I hate this in between time. I am tired of being transitory.

In Ukraine I’m needed. In Ukraine I have purpose. Here  I feel useless, out of place and constantly calculating my deficits.

It feels like I am always behind, waiting for a miracle to materialize, and forever unsure of what to do or say.

I know it is just a season. I know God has everything in control. I “know” a lot but somehow that hasn’t stopped me from melting into a puddle of tears on an almost daily basis.

“Why are you downcast, O my soul?
Why so disturbed within me?
Put your hope in God,
for I will yet praise him,
my Savior and my God.”
Psalm 42:11

 

 

 

It’s Strangely Quiet Here

Training camp is over and I am back home in my nice, comfortably large bed in my cozy, warm room, which is oddly entirely too quiet and filled with too few people. There are no silly conversations and familiar giggles to fall asleep to and no one to call me “Pridge.”

This morning I awoke, as if by habit, around 7:30 a.m. and remembering that I was not responsible for anyone or anything today I quickly rolled back over and slumbered to the sounds of a thunderstorm and the feel of Hershey the dog curled at my feet.

When I did finally decide to remove myself from such comfort I was reminded of my swollen, pained knee the instant my feet touched the floor; however, unhindered in my pursuit of coffee I trekked downstairs.

I am happy to report that I did NOTHING today except to make myself lunch and start reading The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins. It kind of makes me think of what you would get if you put 1984, The Giver and the show Survivor all in one, and while it did not have me on paragraph one, it certainly captured my attention by the end of chapter one. I haven’t even finished and I think I already recommend it.

I promise some more training camp photos. I may even find the way to write something serious in the next few days. For now I am going to finish my book, ice my knee and do a little more recouperating from the past week and a half.

Anything in particular you want to hear about, let me know and I’ll see what I can do ; )

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