He will stand by as I add the syrup to the milk.
And he inevitably says, “Hey, is it chokit all da way frew yet?”
And I say, “I haven’t shaken it yet.”
His little body wiggles as he anticipates the shaking.
When I hand him his favorite cup he keeps his eyes on me, as if to keep me close in case the concoction isn’t to his preference.
After the approved tasting he says, “Yep, you gots it mommy! Da milk is now chokit! It can’t go back to da regular milk anymore!”
And Sam’s “chokit” milk routine has me thinking about how mixed I have been in my belief system.
In my Christian walk I have been divided. There was me, and I was white – pure, clean by the sacrifice of the Cross. But then, there was the good stuff that was supposed to come with the salvation purchased by my Savior.
I heard the Words. I knew the components, but I did not shake it up.
The good stuff weighed heavily on the bottom.
Parts of the mix floated up a little, so as Sam would say, “it’s was kind of chokit.” I tried to disperse the Spirit by my deeds, but the focus of my deeds was a focus on my folly.
Sin focus instead of Spirit focused.
When I was forcing Jesus to be Jesus and trying to make Him manifest more of Him by my deeds, the good stuff stayed separate from the whole.
With my focus on the good stuff, the luscious syrup, sweet and decadent… the shaking began.
Deep within me there began to be a tidal wave.
Instead of a battle to make myself chocolate or separate from the chocolate when I wanted something outside of the Good intended for me, the wave mixed with my nature… and became His nature.
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Not from trying but because of a complete change in the structure of who I am, because of who He is.
And there is no going back.
Prior to my conversion, to the shaking up of His spirit and mine I teetered on the fence, “kind of.”
Now, with a thorough mixing I am different.
I hear Him most clearly.
His voice is much different.
I want what He wants and He wants all good.
He came to set captives free.
Bring sight to the blind.
Comfort to the broken hearted.
Alas, I thought the good stuff was a legend. That if I thoroughly mixed… there would be more condemnation, more trials.
But by fully believing Him, fully shaking it up, and wholly embracing the truth of the NEW COVENANT – a blood covenant that God made with Himself, the mingling of me with the Spirit of Him….
There’s no going back to the regular, ever again.
May your floors be sticky and your calling ordained. Love, Jami
1 Corinthians 10:23 Everything is permissible, but not everything is beneficial.
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