John 10:10 (New International Version: The thief comes only to steal and kill and destroy; I have come that they may have life, and have it to the full.
"...I have come that they may have life, and have it to the full." To the full. My life is full. My days are full. My tummy is full. My mind is full. My momma didn't raise no full. Wait. That doesn't fit. My point is, though, that God has blessed my life so abundantly that it is so full I struggle to document the journey here in my little lion-chasing blog.
Too many subjects compete for top billing. Too many thoughts need to make their way to my blog canvas for clarity. Once again, I'll seek to update with the hopes of adding clarity and depth at a later date.
Today is the Monday after Easter, 2011. This Easter proved to be one of the most spiritual, God-focused holidays of my life for several reasons. First, Chelcie, Tom, and I had the opportunity to attend Secret Church, a six-hour intense Bible study simulcast by David Blatt. For now, let me just tell you that the time passed quickly as Chelcie and I frantically struggled to keep up with our note-taking. MUCH to process! I've spent about 3 hours de-briefing and I'm only about 1/4 of the way through my notes!
Another reason that this Easter was special is because our internet was down. No computer time while Chelcie and Drew were home. We had our family together. Just our family. It was a rare and beautiful thing to be with those I love most in this life.
My family. My mom and dad. My sisters. My children. My husband. These are my people. These who have chosen to love me and accept me as I am. These are the people I choose to love as well. How sad to never know the love of an earthly family. How blessed I am to have a flawed, yet perfect one. I asked God why He blessed me so much and He revealed to me that He pours His blessing out in my life so that He will draw me to Him.
Church has taken on a new meaning for me. It's not about finding a place to be seen, entertained, or even taught. Church is a place to be the hands and "feet" of Jesus. It's a place to grow and serve. Church is a place to find spiritual food and refreshment for a thirsty soul. Scott's sermon to a packed house on Easter Sunday morning was about feet. In particular, the feet of Jesus. The baby feet on which his mother, Mary, counted his ten little toes. The feet that a precocious 12 year old walked into the temple to amaze and astound the rabbis and teachers there. The feet that were pierced by nails and hung on the rugged, Roman cross as a atonement for the sin of mankind. The feet the ascended into Heaven and will return again to claim His own. His feet. His beautiful, holy feet. Contrast His feet with mine and I am ashamed. My feet are calloused and ugly. They are my least attractive feature. The part of me of which I am most embarrassed and afraid that will repulse people. My feet. My sin. His feet. His love. Oh God, I am so grateful, so unworthy, and so ashamed of my sin! How could you do it? How could you send Your precious, perfect, Holy Son to save me?