ali's Corner. [My Smallness for His Greatness.]

No matter how deeply I fall

in love with the Savior of the world,

no matter how much His unconditional

love romances me to the core of my being,

no matter how many times

I proclaim His name to a hurting friend,

or how boldly I proclaim His word

and His promises to myself and my family,

I somehow always manage to put God in a box.

I pocket Him and walk around as if to say,

"when I need you, Lord, I'll just pull you out, 

and when I'm done with You, i'll just pocket you again."

But who am I to think my tiny human hand

could come close to grasping even a fraction

of Who God is?

Going further, who am I to think I could place that fraction

of Him into my pocket and pull Him out like

some sort of calculator? 

I was reminded of how small I am today.

But in my smallness, I was strengthened

with the 

overwhelming, 

all-encompassing

greatness and 

vastness of the 

God I serve.

Praise the Lord He doesn't fit into my pocket.

And praise the Lord He doesn't ONLY show up

when I think I need Him.

Who am I to know when I need Him anyway?

The thought of "pocketing" God alone

places the lie in my mind that somehow I come close

for even a second to being self-sufficient.

"I need Him just as much, 

if not more,

on my best day,

as I do on my weakest day, 

when I feel most defeated."

Praise the Lord He doesn't even FIT into my pocket,

because that would mean I would be "taking the wheel,"

for my life, and God knows where that normally gets me.

Disappointed.

Defeated.

Lonely.

Hungry.

Wanting.

and

Empty.

I'm praising God today

for His greatness.

For His showing up.

For His loving me anyway.

For how big He is,

and in turn,

for how incredibly small I am.