At one time in my life, I thought “faithful” was a performance I offered to God.
One day, when I was a novice, I was furiously mopping the bathroom floor (so I could move onto the commodes :] ), and I experienced a gentle prodding voice from within that immediately calmed me down. “I love you already.” It wasn’t a scolding or a reprimand, but a gentle proclamation that nearly 40 years later continues to teach me this lesson:
God is everything I desire.
He is Love.
So, follow Him.
Live in him through Christ, his Son.
Nothing I do can alter that. Just as nothing can take it away from me. Nor can I earn it.
This knowledge urges me on. Through the many twists and turns of my life, I can’t impress God. And it doesn’t matter who sees me or applauds me. Because HE is the one who is faithful. He put me here at this precise time and place, to glorify him by sharing my life with all its gifts and foibles, with my zig-zaggy history, and my twisted tongue.
Each day, someone out there is waiting to hear my voice. I do not know who. It does not matter. I just aim to give my best to glorify him through my lived proclamations. When I am finally at home in heaven, I think perhaps I will see the patterns of faithfulness that my Heavenly Father etched through all the people who came into my life, who touched me, and who in some way I also impacted through my earnest searching and feeble following. He is Faithful. I am simply HIS.
