Make Space For God To Do Something!

 

I am living proof that a heart honestly searching… finds.

 

And so has become my habit, I ask Jesus to speak to me when I leave the house.

 

Even on vacation… no, especially then… “give me something new… a word… a vision… a lesson.”

And in His kindness, He does.

 

It came in the words of a pastor during a beautiful Easter Sunday service.

 

This one phrase stuck out to me… maybe more than the rest.

And likely because this weary heart needed to hear them most.

 

And I would reach for a piece of paper… a receipt is all I could find… to scribble down the words I didn’t want to forget.

 

He said this, “Make space for God to do something.”

 

Because our tendency… at least mine… is to rush too quickly into the doing.

 

A Martha in a room full of Mary’s has been my downfall many times.

 

Always the rushing.

 

Rushing in to do the work.

Rushing in with a solution.

Rushing in to solve a question no one is even asking yet.

 

I see the marks of rushing all over my life.

 

Coming out of a season years ago filled with pain and hard lessons, I would tell God, “I am ready! Whatever You have for me, I’m ready.”

 

But I wasn’t.

 

It wasn’t wrong.

My heart was good.

I was well-intentioned and aching to be used.

 

But it was the rushing that needed tending to.

 

Peter knew well the rushing.

One of the closest in the inner-circle of friends that Jesus had, and he knew well the rushing.

 

His rushing led him to prematurely jump from a boat just to be where Jesus was - even though they were only about 100 yards from shore.

 

That one makes me chuckle out loud a bit.

 

And mostly because I get it.

 

For me, too, there is always the rushing.

 


And then I heard those words and I was stopped in my tracks once again.

 

“Make space for God to do something.”

 

Quiet your heart.

Still your hands.

Steady your stride.

And give Him some space.

 

In the week after the celebration of His resurrection, can I look to Him with calmness and patience and offer Him the gift of space to do what only He can do?

 

No striving.

No rushing.

No hastening at warp speed.

 

Can I look around?

Pay attention?

Listen intently - without need to contribute to the noise?

 

See God in all things.

Give Him room to move.

 

He can.

And He will.

If we let Him.