I read these words of John Paul Jackson today, “our wholeness depends on our closeness with the Creator.” We will never, my friends, be whole until we allow the One who created us to define us.
As long as we seek to find our worth in the acceptance of people, things and statuses we will never find the fullness of the treasure we are to inherit. We will forever be searching for the gold, silver and precious jewels of our destiny but settling for a few copper pennies instead.
Trinkets instead of treasures.
For we are all created to worship something and because of that innate desire we will find something to worship. We fill our lives with baubles and noise. Distractions will always steal the place of Truth. We mistakenly place too much stock on what we know, who we know and what we can get.
Death is naked before God; Destruction lies uncovered. He spreads out the northern skies over empty space; he suspends the earth over nothing. He wraps up the waters in his clouds, yet the clouds do not burst under their weight. He covers the face of the full moon, spreading his clouds over it. He marks out the horizon on the face of the waters for a boundary between light and darkness. The pillars of the heavens quake, aghast at his rebuke. By his power, he churned up the sea; by his wisdom he cut Rahab to pieces. By his breath the skies became fair; his hand pierced the gliding serpent. And these are but the outer fringe of his works; how faint the whisper we hear of him! Who then can understand the thunder of his power! (Job 26:6-14)
I love to stand on the shore of the ocean. As the waves crash along the coast, their rumbled power echoes through the million grains of sand and the lap of their reach causes me to sink deeper and deeper in. This place, for me, is the outer fringe of the throne room. In the distance where the earth falls into the horizon I believe He sits waiting, patiently. Waiting for us to seek Him above all else. Waiting for us to allow Him to call into existence the very truth of who He made us to be.
We live in the outer fringe of His work and look right past the beauty He has created. He roars in the thunder and we hear only the faintest of whispers.
This may be all we get but truth be told, it is all we can take.
It is all we need.
Yet, we don’t seek the fringe and we don’t listen for the faint.
Do we fear it would never be enough?
We compete with each other rather than live to be the one He desires us to be. We forgo our destiny for trinkets rather than laying hold of the treasure He has planned.
He has chosen our inheritance for us…(Psalm 47:4a)
It is good. It is waiting. It will always be more than enough.
The question we must ask ourselves is what are we choosing?