Cloudy with a Chance of Hope: Big Changes, Big Believing
My family is making some big changes.
I am used to change. I had moved 16 times before I graduated from high school. My husband Justin, not so much. No, Justin likes things on an even plane.
One plain cake donut for breakfast with a small cup of coffee, black.
Lunch is at noon.
Wranglers, boots, and a golf shirt. Blue, dark blue, black, or gray. No patterns. Absolutely no pink. And no red.
Play with vandals, our 3 and 5-year-old sons.
Tuck vandals in, read 1 Dr. Suess book, pray 1 Lord’s prayer.
1 cup of milk and 2 Oreos for a bedtime snack.
Floss, brush, Star Trek, sleep.
This is how he rolls.
I like a little variety. I look forward to change. Frankly, I think it is wrong to eat plain cake donuts, also only two Oreos? That is disturbing on many different levels, like serial killer tendencies.
I am looking forward to some changes. I get excited about what might happen next. And since the first time I heard the message of Grace, I realized I wasn’t in trouble, and that God wasn’t out to get me or teach me some horrible lesson, I have been looking forward to the next big change.
The next big season is upon us. Over the next two months, I am most delighted to have big announcements and see my first book be on shelves. In the midst of that, there has been a series of hurt, much loss. Some relationships have changed, others have ended. And while I am sad, I also have peace. I believe that God is moving in our lives in a way that is productive and genuine.
Prior to grace, I wouldn’t have recognized Jesus in the room because the Jesus I created was so freaking insane.
He was crazy mean. He chased me down and pummeled me with unreasonable laws and misleading tasks. This busy work lead me to believe that I personally was responsible for perfecting the work of the cross and appeasing an enraged and irritable God. In reality, I was insulting and belittling the flawless work completed by the perfect sacrifice of Jesus by trying to add to it with measly works.
When I fell into the arms of Jesus and knew I was finally safe, change became even more exciting!
His involvement in my life is absolutely so much better than anything I could hope for. The ease of trust is so refreshing.
I never tire of this message.
As I sat down to write this I thought, oh geez – will my readers grow weary of this? And all I can think is – do you grow weary of being absolutely adored? What I grew weary of was the drudgery of trying to make Him love me, which was futile. The relationship I had prior to Grace was false and so empty. It was God speak, a complete work of religiosity. I might be moved by a hymn or an answered prayer but I was shackled to the belief that at any moment I would botch life and He would flip a switch and strike a loved one down with a brain tumor.
Say it with me:
God is good.
Satan is bad.
In this quiet place with Him, who I know, I am delighted to feel something deep in my chest that is raging with both peace and desire. Peace that makes everything okay… even though, it isn’t. And desire, a great desire that everyone come to fully understand, NOTHING can separate us from the love of Jesus.
He said that.
He meant that.
Apart from the law sin is dead.
Knowing He adores me, believing that, is that catalyst for brave things. It is the substance for obedience and righteousness which is in me because of who He is.
The blood worked. It was fully effective. Jesus did the work and sat down. Things here are a hot mess. My heart is broken. I am run down and weary.
It is well.
May your floors be sticky and your calling ordained. Love, Jami
Now faith is the substance of things hoped for the evidence of things not seen. Hebrews 11:1
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