God said, “Let me ask you something. Why do you do what you do? For what?
To be someone? You are the Chosen Child of the Creator of the Universe. (1 Peter 2:9)
To be recognized? Before I formed you in the womb, I knew you. (Jeremiah 1:5)
For approval? Praise? You have all of that in Me. (Zephaniah 3:17)
I am inviting you, Child, to rest in Me, where Time is Limitless, Grace is infinite, and my Love is greater still.”
It just occurred to me that I have never shared this story before- and it’s a good one.
After the accident, I was so angry with God that I refused to open my bible for over six months (I’d been reading it daily prior to).
When I finally did, this was the page/verse I had left off on. Isaiah 41:10. Is that incredible or what?
Tonight God asked me, “How much do you trust me?”
“A lot,” I said.
He laughed, as He often does, “OK. But do you trust me enough?”
He continued, “Enough to stop worrying about time and how much of it you have? Have you not seen how my timing is perfect? Enough to stop obsessing over your to do list? What if I have better things for you to do? When you pray to me ‘Jesus, take the wheel’, do you really mean it? Will you let me? Do you trust me enough to lay your head on the pillow at night without your mind racing? Will you accept my offering of peace? Will you find your rest in me?”
I sat, once again, dumbfounded in His presence.
“You say you trust me ‘alot’ but is it enough?”
I am an admitted workaholic. My drive to succeed is relentless, compulsory, and at times unnerving. I have noticed that I am never satisfied. And I don’t think that I ever will be. As soon as one goal is accomplished there is instantly another higher goal in its place. By work alone, I will never be satisfied, I realize. While this focus and drive is perhaps a strength of mine, it is also by far my greatest weakness. Work can be a distraction from the Real Satisfier if we aren’t careful. For the workaholics among us, may we always aim not to worship our work but to instead use our work as worship.