“Now to him who is able to do immeasurably more than all we ask or imagine, according to his power that is at work within us, to him be glory in the church and in Christ Jesus throughout all generations, for ever and ever! Amen.” Ephesians 3:20-21
Sitting in church the Sunday after New Years, I was struck by a word. Perhaps “struck” is too gentle… Convicted is probably more accurate. As the pastor spoke, my heart heard only one thing—perspective. With those 11 letters, I could once again feel the familiar and distinct sting of my Surgeon’s scalpel piercing my heart. Like the old phrase goes, it hurt good—Truth always does.
The discontentment that I had unknowingly disguised as a desire for growth was revealed for what it was—ingratitude and a lack of trust. While I truly wanted to change, I really just wanted the season to be over so the good could return. What I didn’t see was that season itself was the blessing—what I didn’t have was the right perspective. If I’m honest with myself, the detours and side tracks of life are actually how God does immeasurably more than I could ask or think. What if what I really want (Him to work) happens only by experiencing the fact that His ways are not my ways? How often immeasurably more requires incalculably different. How often I want the promise without that truth.
Through this season of pain, I’m learning that the time in between the cut and the cure is far more valuable than the cure itself. That is where the transformation happens. Letting go of my time frame is not something that comes easily to me, but the truth is that a forge is no good if the metal is taken out as soon as it feels the heat. The value comes from the duration… The value comes from the time in between.
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