I’ve been thinking a lot about what I would like to do with the rest of my life lately. I think that push came because I went back to work for the private sector after working in church for 6 years. To me, working in church is like living in a shelter – one doesn’t really see the urgency of the real world. Maybe it’s also because I’m getting older and having friends who’ve gotten ill has got me thinking more soberly about doing significant work now more than ever.
Growing older and seeing more white strands of hair sprouting out reminds me that everyday should count for something. But as I age, I also come to grips with my humanity in a new way. I no longer view it as limiting, instead I see it as being limitless. Limitless because recognising my limits has given me freedom. Freedom because I see the ‘must’ and ‘shoulds’ of life more clearly. Freedom because I know my boundaries and the areas in which I especially need to lean on God. Not that I trust God less in those areas, but in aspects of my life where God is intently shaping, there is much hope and assurance.
Recognition of my limits as a human being has given me more purpose because it brings focus. At the same time, it’s grown my faith because it is now my constant reminder of how much I need the Holy Spirit every minute of every day. Recently, I came across this quote:
A.W. Tower “God is looking for people through whom He can do the impossible. What a pity, we plan to do only the things that we can do by ourselves.”
Have I stopped dreaming of a better world? No. Instead, I am reminded:
Proverbs 19:21 “Many are the plans in a person’s heart, but it is the Lord’s purpose that prevails.”
I may be human but I have an infinite God whose purposes are far greater than anything I can dream of. Where does that leave me? It directs me to accept those things which I am unable to do because of my own limits. It compels me to trust God for things I have to put down. It inspires me to pray more. It motivates me to challenge my current perspective of God.
Essentially, the recognition of my humanity reminds me daily that when I surrender to God’s plans, I get a peek into the impossible made possible.
Charissa works in the Arts and loves to put her observations and musings down in writing on her blog “The Orange Chalk”. Very often, you’ll read about her rescue mutt, Lady-Mae, whom God uses to refine Charissa to serve like a servant and lead like a royal.