Peace-filled Prayer

Last night I lay in bed praying. 

Except no words other than the name Jesus kept coming to mind. 

So I simply repeated His name and settled my heart on His character. Much like a toddler who tries to climb her mother in an effort to get as close to her as possible, I sought to draw near to the Lord. 

This year has been one not necessarily marked by peace. Change has marked every aspect of my world, and that change has been only heightened by living in a world currently defined by the coronavirus. 

But last night as I repeated Jesus’ name and sought to draw my heart close to His in surrender, peace washed over me. 

Peace that truly surpassed all understanding. (Philippians 4:7)

I found myself smiling with an ease that could only be divine. No circumstances had shifted. Growing pains from change did not suddenly ease. The virus still roamed the land seemingly untamed. 

However, His wings were my refuge last night (Psalm 91:4), and I drifted off to contented sleep. 

Today I pray you experience that same level of peace.

Search for Him with all of your heart. He promises to be found by you. (Jeremiah 19:13) 

A Timely Challenge

The Lord is a master of timing. 

Usually that timing does not coincide with my personal calendar or agenda, but His timing is always perfect. 

Perfect and exact and pure and holy and whole and full and so many other words that I could use to describe the way His character shines through in His timing. 

The last week, on top of the last few months in which so much of life has changed for me, has caused me to wonder about His timing and plans. Isaiah 55:8 clearly articulates ““For My thoughts are not your thoughts, Nor are your ways My ways,” declares the Lord.” This reminder once again brought me comfort and helped me choose to surrender my expectations of what life should look like. 

The amazing thing about the Lord is that even in the midst of doubting His timing and methods He proves that He truly has the timing all figured out. On top of that He shows how He so graciously loves me while doing so. 

For instance, today I sat down to review a Bible study I had been in the middle of leading this past March. That study had come to a screeching halt, like so much of life, with the shelter-in-place mandate.  However, in an effort to not leave the last two sessions hanging out forever, I invited the group to gather via Zoom this evening to finish the study. 

As I looked through the pages of the workbook for the week we would have been discussing so many months ago, the Lord met me through His Word and the wisdom He had poured into Beth Moore’s words. It was the loving and timely kick in the pants I needed to hear today. 

Her words are below in case you could benefit from this timely challenge. Read them at your own risk. 😉 

“Coming of age is the most critical intersection of your calling. It’s the place of Spirit and slaughter. It’s the corner where you take one of two turns: either your fruitfulness will be devoured by the devil or your own flesh, or you will allow God to crucify your ego, fear, and lethargy and raise you to be immensely fruitful for His gospel. 

If you’re in a season of pestilence, fight it out. If you’ve gotten sloppy, tighten it up. If you’re neck deep in sin, repent. Go back on your face before God. Open a Bible and plant your nose in it. Memorize Scripture. Learn how to fast and pray. Quit talking about Jesus more than you talk to Him. Quit letting your mouth overshoot your character. Become that person you’ve made fun of for taking Jesus too seriously. Live and love valiantly. Give generously. Help the poor. 

You’ll come out on the other side of every well-fought fight with something far better than an immense quantity of quality fruit. You’ll come out knowing Jesus in a way you formerly believed He couldn’t be known.” From Chasing Vines by Beth Moore

X Marks the Spot

2020 HAS. BEEN. A. YEAR. 

Honestly one that feels like it has lasted far longer than a year in many ways. Not only has the world been ravaged by the coronavirus pandemic and all the emotional, physical, and spiritual elements connected to that, the good ol’ US of A is in the midst of a presidential election cycle which culminates today as the polls are open across the nation. (Will that story end today once the vote is complete? No, but at least all the political ads will. Let’s find joy in the little things.) 

Challenge by choice is a concept used in experiential education where a person can chose how intensely they would like to challenge themselves in each situational leadership scenario. Little did I know that when I chose to say yes to some challenges at the beginning of the year that the pandemic and election would carry the weight and far-reaching impacts that they have. You see, I said “yes” to my now husband when he proposed in January; I said “I do” when we married just before the shelter-in-place order blanketed the state; and I have said “help Lord” so many times since then as I’ve navigated being newly married, in the midst of a quarantine, in the midst of a pandemic, in the midst of a nation marked by impassioned political polarization. 

A few months into my new life I took my car in for a recall. As I stepped inside the lobby, I saw lines on the floor helping mark the appropriate social distance from the counter. I stood behind the line and looked down to realize that not only was the line in place, an x also marked the spot. I thought this strange to have both the x and the line there and the writer’s side of my brain chimed in with the reminder that x marks the spot on any real treasure map. I found a smile turning up the corners of my mouth when I sensed the Lord speaking too. 

This is exactly where I planned for you to be. You are not where you are by accident.

I knew that waiting in line for my car to be repaired was not what was meant in that gentle whisper. Esther 4:14 is a favorite verse of mine that states “And who knows whether you have not attained royalty for such a time as this?” The Lord’s reminder of both that verse and His sovereignty in this season brought much peace and I have held onto that moment over the past several months. 

When I find myself wondering how I ended up in a moment overwhelmed by all of the change being married has presented, by the pandemic realities surrounding each day, and by the emotional war this election is waging, I think back to that x marking the spot. 

Any treasure map maker worth his salt marks the treasure’s location with an x, right? Therefore, what are the treasures to be found in this moment, this season, this circumstance? 

Lord, thank You for holding the world in Your very capable hands. Thank You for being able to infuse Your goodness into any circumstance. You may not have caused the scenario, but You can redeem every single instance. Lord, I look at life around me and surrender it all to You. I step onto the proverbial “x” and thank You for bringing me to this point and for carrying me on. Help me to see the treasures You are forming in me through all that is going on. Thank You for challenging/inviting/spurring me on to growth over the last few months. Thank You for catching my tears and responding graciously to all my cries for help. You know the way I take and You will bring about good because You are God and You have called me here for such a time as this. May You be glorified. May Yours be the kingdom. May You be the treasure I find every time. For Your Glory. AMEN

Vote, but don’t stop there.

I voted. 

Blog over. My work is done. 

Except as a Christian, especially one living in the United States right now, my work is not over. It should still be in progress. As I’ve pondered this post over the last few weeks, I’ve realized that in some ways I’ve barely begun. Thank God for His gentle conviction. 

I live in a state where early in person voting is an option. Earlier this week I stood in line with fellow civic minded Americans and cast my vote in this year’s election. Prior to approaching the polls, I spent time watching the debates, listening to commentators, doing research on platforms, and being repeatedly bombarded by posts on social media. Apparently my Facebook friend group is widely diverse as are the accounts I follow on Instagram. It was wild to scroll social media the days after the debates and realize that back to back postings had the exact opposite responses. At one point in time I wondered what would happen if those individuals were sitting in the same room rather than dwelling in the digital realm. 

That thought contained humor until conviction began to set in. How would that conversation go? How had so many of us seem to have lost the ability to have civil conversations and hold on to the ability to disagree while still maintaining friendships? I recognized that several times in this election cycle different posts online prompted my own anger and frustration not to mention the observation of many others’ emotions. Occasionally I even felt panic that my thoughts and opinions would not be heard and the outcome of this election would lead to despair at new levels for so many. 

And it was in one of those moments that I felt that quiet reminder that my job is to remember and trust in who my Savior truly is. “For a child will be born to us, a son will be given to us; and the government will rest on His shoulders; and His name will be called Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Eternal Father, Prince of Peace. There will be no end to the increase of His government or of peace, On the throne of David and over his kingdom, To establish it and uphold it with justice and righteousness From then on and forevermore. The zeal of the Lord of hosts will accomplish this.” Isaiah 9:6-7 NASB1995

No political party will save me. No government structure led by humans will ever be perfect let alone without sin. Both presidential candidates have displayed their humanity quite successfully. (Yes, I looked in the mirror and echoed the same thought for myself). All of these realities alone can cause fear to rise up. 

Pervasive fear until I choose to trust that the Lord remains in control. He remains on the throne regardless of the president candidate that takes office next year. I have cast my prayer filled vote and have surrendered that outcome to the Lord for His shoulders to bear the weight of the government. 

My responsibility now is to love my neighbor as myself. 

The woman standing in front of me in line wore a black jacket that matched her black fringed purse nicely. An older gentleman with a sense of humor handed out the “I Voted” stickers. A kind, grandmotherly type woman led me to my voting machine and sanitized it for me. I do not know how they voted or will vote in this election. Would it matter if I did? And if it did matter would my interaction with them change? 

Today I’m taking time to recognize the humanity of those around me and pray for them, regardless of their vote. Time to intentionally humble myself and surrender my viewpoint in an effort to seek first His kingdom. 

Lord, I surrender the outcome of this election to You. I pray that whoever our next president is that he would lead with Your wisdom and love. May he be a King Cyrus in Your hands. Thank You that we live in a country where we are able to let our voices be heard through the voting process. Thank You for creating us with different personalities and uniquenesses. I love how that speaks of Your creativity and Your gift of free will to us. Lord, I ask for Your peace to blanket this election. I know that I am not the only one who has seen the the polarization of our nation and wondered at the outcome the election will bring. May people encounter Your presence over the coming days and weeks. You are still in control, and You truly are strong enough to carry all our questions, fears, hopes, and concerns. May seeking Your face and praying for those around each of us be some of the first seeds of unity to come from this election cycle. Just at a forest bears new life after a fire from the seeds released, may the heat and pressure of this season result in growth and life. For Your glory, Lord. 

Another Blog About Purity

Raise your hand if you are prepped and ready to read these words and think, “Great, another blog post about purity that tries to bury me in shame.” I fully admit that I have heard that frustration expressed enough times that I sometimes expect that too when I read articles about purity. That being said, I pray this experience is different. My intention is not to convince anyone of the value of purity by manipulating through guilt and shame. In fact, the strength of purity lessens when guilt and shame attempt to partner with it or are the foundation for it.

Have I lost you yet? Purity itself is a good thing. (Side note: purity is not limited to the arena of sex, nor is it something you no longer need at a certain age or season of life.) Purity’s bad rap is often times the result of explanations regarding it rather than the reality of it. It’s like you being handed a mirror, but in the process of the mirror being given to you, fingerprints have covered the surface and clouded the reflection. The ironic reality of discussions regarding purity are the smudges left from the imperfect people involved in the conversations. I include myself in that reality.

I am far from perfect. Trust me, I can give you a reference list of individuals who can affirm that. However, within that same list, many would acknowledge that purity has been a passion of mine. So my thoughts below are borne from walking the path for years, stumbling and getting back up, with the hope of discovering the blessings of traversing this journey and learning the value of purity. May my discoveries along the way be encouragements.

1. Purity is empowering. For several years I worked at a college campus. Many of those years included living within the dorms with the students. I saw the impact of many decisions play out during that time. I saw the relationships that were built on friendships and those whose foundations were physical. I saw the individuals whose physical, mental, and spiritual diets were filled with a variety of inputs and the outcomes they created. For instance, sugar and caffeine will at some point cause your body to shut down if those become the only sources of energy.

During this time, one thing I heard repeatedly about sexual purity was how the decision to sleep with someone was proof of the control that person had over his or her life. For some individuals, I knew the need for control came at the price of not having that ability to make that decision at some point in time earlier in life. Sexual abuse, sexual assault, and rape are just a few of the scenarios that I know drove some people to take control of their lives by choosing with whom they would have sex. I can only imagine how being told to remain pure, especially in a way that was presented in a domineering fashion and without the hope of Jesus with it, further deepened the feeling of a lack of control.

I have discovered that purity is empowering. The choice is present. I am just choosing the answer to be no one until I have the commitment level of marriage. By making that choice, I am also creating space to process hurts that need to be healed. I observed many students who tried to heal or cover up the hurts of the past through a variety of means: addictions, other relationships, bottling the emotions inside, or immersing themselves in something else to avoid processing the past. I recognize the times I have done this as well. By choosing purity, I am investing in my future self, which leads well into the next point.

2. Purity includes gratification. I thought the whole point of purity was denying yourself…what do you mean purity includes gratification? As unpopular as the term is in this day and age of Google Fiber and Siri, delayed gratification still exists. It is found in the aging process of foods, the growth of retirement accounts, the two-day wait for Amazon Prime packages to arrive, and in a variety of other ways. Some delays are short, while others may last far longer than expected. However, the value of what is coming makes the wait worthwhile. Purity is unto something and not just an exercise in self-control alone. Does choosing the purity route guarantee the gratification will be exactly as you expect? No. However, it saves a lot of heartache in the process.

Purity does require self-control, however, and sometimes the fruit of that decision does provide pretty quick gratification. For instance, I have not watched a horror movie in years. Why you may ask? Because I have a visual mind that captures pictures quite well. I can still pull to mind images from the last movie I watched. If I can do that after several years, I can only imagine what my dreams would be like the night after watching one. This is a choice I have made that results in the instant gratification of peace. Not everyone has a mind like mine and not everyone feels the need to do this, but I know I have benefited by removing this fear factor from my life.

Additionally, Matthew 5:8 says, “Blessed are the pure in heart, for they shall see God.” While I have not physically seen the Lord, I have seen His fingerprints. The more I choose to follow Him and focus on His Word, I find I discover more and more of His activity around me. I am more attuned to what He is saying through His Word and through the people and circumstances around me. I love the moments where I realize I have seen the Lord in action. They are incredibly gratifying and encourage me to continue striving towards purity.

3. Purity requires strength. This third point is both a challenging one and an encouragement. Think of the athletes just starting out. Their skill and strength levels probably would not enable them to walk into a pro-athlete locker room and compete adequately. However, skills are learned and strength is grown. The same is true for purity.

Purity requires conscious choices and the willingness to carry them out. It takes strength to stand firm when pressures arise or the desire to settle begins to grow. The more often the choices are made, the more growth occurs. For me, I have to rely on the Lord to be my strength in the midst of making decisions about purity. He gives me the courage to say no, to acknowledge I’m going against the flow of mainstream culture, to believe that better is coming and/or I will benefit from never experiencing something. For the record, fear of missing out is a real thing, but it is okay to miss out on some things. Thus far in life, I have not regretted the things I have chosen to not experience.

4. Purity requires weakness. Um…? Yes, this is an odd statement after the previous point. However, this is one of the key components for me throughout my purity journey. I like to succeed. I like to do well. I do not like making mistakes and acknowledging them on top of making them requires so much humility. However, I have to admit that I am weak and cannot succeed on my own. I gave my life to Christ at an early age and believe that He died on the cross, came back to life, and in the process paid the debt for my sins. It is through my relationship with Him that I have discovered my value and have been given the freedom to live life guilt free. This does not mean I never fail. Quite the opposite. It means that when I fail, I know Who to go to for a clean slate.

Purity is incredibly hard to live out if you constantly feel dirty, broken, hopeless, or forgotten. No one is perfect, and yet, with Jesus, no one is too far gone. I take my weaknesses, my shortcomings, my failures to Him and ask to be made clean. He is faithful and just. He lovingly removes my sin, and we begin again. Shame is not part of the equation with Jesus.Even if you feel you are past the point of redemption, with God a new beginning is always an option.

I’m smiling as I reflect on my journey and ponder the times I made these discoveries. How thankful I am that I did. Purity is not for the faint of heart and is an adventure that may seem daunting. However, for any who feel the draw to experience it, Godspeed to you and blessings for the journey.

So Many Thanks

My time working at Jewell came to an abrupt end this May. Now that I’ve found my new normal and navigated all the change involved in that process I am finally to the point of reflection, and the students have been a recurring theme in my thoughts. To them I say:

Thank You

Over the course of my years at Jewell so many of you touched my world, and it is in the process of embracing a new season that I have discovered just how much.

Thank you for the memories captured throughout the years. Christmas decorating my first year in the Language and Honors House remains one of my favorite memories from that season. Kudos to those women for their creativity. I will forever remember the fraternity man knitting in the lobby while I did rounds and another dressed in a full nun habit eating Taco Bell one late Halloween night. Midnight games of foursquare, Homecoming slip ’n’ slide test runs, and the incredible honor of my name becoming a student-led chant are all experiences I cherish. While “thank you” seems lacking for a decade worth of memories, here goes:

To the fraternity men who treated me with honor and dignity as an authority over you, thank you. You truly demonstrated the principles upon which your chapters were founded. You challenged me to be a humble woman of character through our interactions.

To the fraternity men who would have preferred another to lead them, thank you. You taught me perseverance and the value of consistency. I discovered through you the importance of respect, humility, and communication. I am sure we both experienced more frustration than I probably even remember, but I am thankful for the years walking the halls of the fraternity houses as your Resident Director (RD).

To the sorority women who embraced me as their RD (both times!), thank you for helping create the community in the building and keeping me on my toes in a different, but no less present, way than the men. You showed me the power of getting things done and holding each other accountable.

To the student organization that actively sought to ignore my presence, thank you. I had no idea how much better of a leader I would be until our season together ended. You forced me to lead from a place of influence rather than position. My title worked against me in our interactions and for that I am forever grateful. You taught me how to pick my battles and when to let you fail. I learned self-control to keep quiet when I desperately wanted to speak up. You helped me recognize the difference between controlling and guiding. Thinking outside the box and truly listening to your hearts in order to serve you and do my job became the norm. I know I failed miserably many times as I grew into that new way of leading and for that I wish we could relive some days. Thank you for requiring me to grow and muddling through those years with me.

To the student organizations that came after that season, thank you. Tears are building up as I write this as you all restored so much by your leadership and our interactions. Thank you for seeing me and asking for my opinions. Thank you for inviting me to be part of the team again and desiring to grow in your leadership as well. Thank you for your teams and the unique markers each of them had: the laughter in meetings, the memories made, and the challenges accepted. You were my last groups before saying goodbye to working at Jewell, and I could not have written a better ending.

To all the Jewell students, you are valuable. You are smart. You will impact the world, regardless of where you go or what the size is of your sphere of influence. The choice is yours as to what that impact will be. As you can see from above, you will have one. Thank you for touching my life and making me a better person. I am humbled to have interacted with all of you and look forward to seeing how you all change the world one person at a time. Deo Fisus Labora.

Tears in a Bottle

Raise your hand if you have ugly cried in the last week. Got your emoji up? Good. You’re not alone. I’m currently in a season where I am battling for the blue ribbon in ugly cries. Winner gets a year supply of Kleenex (just kidding, though that would be a costly prize if I won). Are you in the running for the ribbon? If so, I pray the tears are cathartic and the tissues are soft.

It is a season of transition for me, one in which the new has yet to come but permission to revisit the old is gone. Oh I could physically walk the paths I’ve journeyed for years, but I would no longer do so as an insider, as one who belongs. And that is okay. The Lord ordains the times and the seasons. Even if this was something He allowed rather than prescribed, moving on is the option.

Thankfully tears are permitted in the process. Tears acknowledging the relationships lost and changed. Tears belying the fear involved in losing comfort zones and identity markers. Tears signifying hope that the new season may just be better than expected. Tears for no clear reason at all.

Psalm 56:8 says, “You number and record my wanderings; put my tears into Your bottle.” David wrote this Psalm in the midst of a trial challenging enough to bring him to tears. He reminds the Lord that He not only knows what is happening but also collects David’s tears. Think about that for a minute. If there were physical jars collecting our tears, what would that look like? Could it be done from afar? Would the tear collector become tear soaked in the process too?

While I’m either creating an incredibly impressive tear jar collection in heaven or we’ve moved to a saltwater pool concept*, I’m comforted to know that the Lord is close enough to wipe the tears from my eyes and is not afraid to get a bit messy in the process. Blue ribbon or not, the next time I cry I’m picturing Jesus sitting next to me ready and waiting with a jar in His hand.

*For the record, these jars/pool include many happy tears too. I am an exceptional crier. 😉

Help, Lord

As I sit down to write today, my thoughts scramble in multiple directions. In some ways the world is spiraling out of control (ahem, Charlottesville). In others distractions fade away and a clarity crystalizes. Regardless of the fuzziness of one or the razor-sharp focus of the other, I sit here with a similar response: Help, Lord.

That phrase can be found throughout my journal the past few months. Help, Lord. Help me be obedient. Help me process these emotions. Help me forgive. Help me step into the new. Help.

As I’ve written these words, I’ve found an interesting change taking place within me. I believe the word for it is growth (shocker). This season has challenged me in many ways, and trusting the Lord has been required at new levels and in new ways. Spiritual muscles long dormant have been flexed, formed, and stretched.

In Hosea 11 the Lord says, “Yet it is I who taught Ephraim to walk, I took them in My arms.” I’d replace Ephraim with my name as I reflect on the past few months. Instead of asking for help and then going about my day, I’ve expected the help and looked for ways to cooperate with Him. I’ve taken Him at His Word and believed that He is with me since He promised never to leave me. The spiritual muscle growth has required this decision over and over and over again. To believe once and call it good would be similar to my brother’s dog’s response to being picked up. Do you know how difficult it is to pick up a dog impersonating a limp noodle? It’s not unlike a newborn whose muscles are not yet able to carry weight. However, the repeated process of believing and partnering has prompted my growth much like toddler taking wobbling steps on chubby legs. The Lord is teaching me to walk in this new season.

While I would not have chosen this season on my own, I am grateful for the results it is producing. So today, as racism rears it’s ugly head and answers seem just out of reach, I ask the Lord for His help. May I be an expression of His love. May I trust His timing and goodness more than I did yesterday. May I learn to forgive just as I have been forgiven. Help, Lord.

More Than a Dollop

This past weekend I found myself at IHOP with some friends after an evening conference session. Due to the hour coffee called my name, though the whipped cream on my friends’ hot chocolate almost swayed my decision. I ended up ordering a Swiss Mocha and, as I waited, hoped that maybe I would get a dollop of whipped cream on my diner mug of coffee as well. I even had a short conversation with the Lord about how it would be nice to have some.  This quick prayer also included my acknowledgment of my decision to choose coffee regardless of the presence of a potential topping.

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A short while later my coffee arrived in a cup that could have been mistaken for a small soup bowl. The mountain of whipped cream caused everyone at the table to comment at its presence. Tears pricked the back of my eyes as I saw the unexpected answer to prayer. An answer beyond what I could have imagined.

As I’ve reflected on this moment, a few key points have challenged me to grow in my prayer life:

  1. I asked. Raise your hand if this is a challenge for you. James 4 mentions that we do not have because we do not ask or we ask with wrong motives. I’m not sure what my aversion to asking for things for myself is, but this experience has prompted me to start stretching my wings in this arena. It’s time for some self-care on this.
  2. I surrendered the outcome. As much as I wanted that whipped cream, I recognized that I would not die without it. I accepted the fact that I may be disappointed and made the choice to healthily process the outcome before receiving it. In the long run, this is probably the root of much of the aversion to asking. If I don’t ask, I already know the outcome and know how to prepare my emotions for that. It hurts to pray for something and get a “no” or a “not yet” response. However, it also means that I may be missing out on opportunities for the Lord to show Himself good when I refuse to give Him room to say “yes” or deny Him the chance to comfort me when the answer isn’t what I requested.
  3. I shared my delight with the Lord. I got whipped cream on my nose when I took my first couple of sips. Outwardly I enjoyed the sweet treat. Inwardly I thanked the Lord for doing beyond what I asked or even imagined. I thanked Him for His character and His delight in blessing His kids. I smiled thinking about His delight in extravagantly providing the sweet topping.

The Lord made the answer to my prayer abundantly evident, and in the process, showed me the value of asking, surrendering, and rejoicing in His goodness. Maybe, just maybe, the next time I find myself avoiding asking the Lord for something, I’ll remember that the Lord has more than a dollop of whipped cream to pour out.

Mountains to Molehills: One Step at a Time

In the NASB, Zechariah 4:10 asks, “For who has despised the day of small things?” 

Me. Hands down, I have.

I’ve prayed this verse as an encouragement before. Reminded people, including myself, that the Lord delights in our faith and believing that small beginnings are valued in His sight.

I’ve come to embrace the small beginnings and even thrill at knowing the Lord rejoices in me doing so.

You know what I have despised though?

The small beginnings that result in failure, especially when its repeated.

The small things that continue to stay small.

The work of persevering, especially when growth seems so hard to see.

Oh I’ve despised those. Had my moments of foot stomping with the Lord. Crying out and wondering why my desire to do the work and willingness to start small aren’t rewarded. I’ve done the hard work in one area of life. Why isn’t that enough evidence to entrust me with something beyond a small beginning. I’m faithful, right? I’ve acknowledged my fear in areas and asked Him for help. I love Him. Why isn’t that enough to breathe upon and bring dreams and hopes to fruition?

Because it would be like skipping leg day. You don’t skip leg day. (Or so Internet memes proclaim.)

In Zechariah, the Lord was prophesying the building of the Temple. This was no small undertaking. In fact it is compared to making a mountain into a molehill.  The process started small. The Lord easily could have built the Temple in a moment if He had desired. He didn’t, however. He worked through those He had called and anointed to build it. And they did the work.

They did the work. Ugh.

They didn’t just think about how nice it would be to have the Temple built and consider that a solid day’s work.

They didn’t work for a few days, declare it to be too overwhelming of a task, and take a few days off which stretched into an undocumented number of days resting.

They did the work, and by doing the daily small things, the Temple was built. The mountain brought low. The work of the Lord completed.

So what is a small thing to complete today? Believe that His mercies are new every morning and try again. Repeat that Bible verse when fear and doubt threaten to suffocate you. Write that blog (clearing throat). Tithe. Reach out to the person coming to mind.

Why is it worth doing the work? Besides the aforementioned leg day analogy, a key answer lies in the verse itself, especially in the NLT version.

“Do not despise these small beginnings, for the Lord rejoices to see the work begin.”

He rejoices in seeing the work begin…and continue. Press on, my friend, even if you’re battling to not despise it.