Sunday, February 28, 2010

I try to keep a flat, open hand with, well, nearly everything.

When we moved from the house where we'd lived for 14 years, Tom and I gave away one-fourth of our belongings, probably more. Do I regret any of that recklessness? Not really. Oh, there was a cute desk I wish we had kept, a comfy chair and some things we had to replace, like a lawnmower, garden tools and a couple books, etc.). 

But mostly I appreciate how we purged our stuff with no tears and minimum angst.

And have I regretted releasing the house whose every wall I painted? Nope. And not just because we have this small, dream-come-true farm, either. Both Tom and I loved that one-bedroom apartment we shared for 6 months before moving out here, still now we speak fondly, dreamily of our simplistic apartment days.

I've heard some people say they would die, just simply roll over and die if they couldn't preach about God. Or sing about Him before crowds. Or work in their church or do a bazillion good deeds for others. And I realize that sounds quite holy.

But me? If God asked me to leave this blog, this ministry, this connection He's given me with you, (some of the most wonderful people in the world), well, I would do it--in a heartbeat--if He asked that of me.

And I know I'd be fine (though, yes, I would miss you).

Why? How? It goes back to the open hand thing. I desire to hold all things in this Earth upon my opened palm, not squeezing so tightly as though--if I were to let go--I would waste away without them. My earthly life is so temporary! All lives, the Bible says, are like grass, here one day, then dried-up and blown away the next. So really, I only grasp dust when I make a fist around anything or anyone I believe I need so badly.

The only non-sand-like thing in this Life? Jesus. And that is why I so often think, write and say that as long as I have Jesus, I'll be ok. Just give me Jesus and all will be well. Only He can be here whenever I need Him, only He promises to stay until my final moment and beyond that, even swooshing along with me to Heaven.

Only He will never squeeze out from between my fingers like sand and so it's only Him who I grasp so very tightly all the days of my grass-like life.


1 Corinthians 2:2
For I resolved to know nothing while I was with you except Jesus Christ and him crucified.


1 Peter 1:23-25

For, "All men are like grass,
and all their glory is like the flowers of the field;
the grass withers and the flowers fall,
but the word of the Lord stands forever."



Patty H. said...

You will never know how much I enjoy reading your posts!!
Patty H.

Pearl said...

Beautiful post Debra this really spoke to me for I know it to be true. Have a wonderful day, Pearl

RMC1 said...

PRECISELY!! AMEN AND AMEN. And I will take it to heart at a new level.

Lisa in Texas = ) said...

Your blog is truly a blessing to me. Thank you for allowing God to use you.
Lisa in Texas :o)

Bonnie in Nebraska said...

Really needed this today. Thank you! I have been holding onto something sooo long. When it becomes part of you (as often things do when we hold onto them for dear life), it becomes difficult to figure out if God put it there or if we did. Any thoughts on this?

Myrna said...

Amen and AMEN! Preach it, sister!!
;-) Great post!

Saija said...

AMEN!!! it's all about Jesus ... the One and Only!