“Jesus then said to them, “Truly, truly, I say to you, it was not Moses who gave you the bread from heaven, but my Father gives you the true bread from heaven.” John 6:32
Today is full of sunshine and clutter, giggles and bread crumbs. Today has been a day of finger painting and foggy thinking.
I see unconnected dots in my mind, like random pieces of a picture, and I want so much to connect them so I can see the beauty that they complete together. I feel uninspired because today there are no words to connect the things in my head. But maybe today it is a gift to sit without knowing how to connect the thoughts of today in words. Maybe it’s okay to just absorb the unconnected dots and thoughts of my life as they are and receive the beauty of them in Christ’s presence. Maybe its okay to offer myself this way.
Jesus spoke of those who thought Moses gave manna, when manna was from the Father. And maybe I am guilty of thinking I do something that God alone does. Maybe I think I connect dots with my writing and forget that God connects the dots of life.
For today, as small as it feels, I can rejoice in the day that God has made by giving worship with the unconnected dots of my life.
For today, when my finger painting feels as messy as my daughters, I can find joy in pink and yellow smudges that don’t look like much.
I can be okay knowing He will connect the dots and paint the bigger picture.
Maybe sometimes I try to make it complicated, when it is much more simple. Maybe when I try to offer my life and all I can seem to make is childlike “scribble-scrabble” maybe it’s okay.
In my striving to make it all look how I think it should before I offer it…
Maybe He just longs for me to delight in making the scribbles that I am even able to offer.
Maybe He longs for me to scribble with the freedom that my daughter does.
Because though I can’t see it, He’s taking all my scribbles and making the picture complete.
Here’s to giving Him my scribbles and trusting Him to find them beautiful.