a cute calf.
Like everyday, I tuck my seven children into their tasks. I carve out space…. because I can find time to accomplish things on my list… yet there was a time where I thought there wasn’t time in a day to truly steal away to hear the Voice of God.
A hundred excuses would come to mind…but at the end of it all was a simple conclusion…
If I took the gifts He gives me and don’t give Him all of me, then I am just melting it all down and turning it into a calf of gold:
…the gifts given serving me not Him
…the gifts draping me as I wait for someone else to come down with what they heard from God.
…the gifts glorifying a life I constructed not one He died to give me
…the gifts given only surviving on milk not
Because His gifts adorn me.
They are gifts He chose out of all the gifts to give me…
Us, children which He speaks to…ones He calls by name.
He picked gifts special for us…just to adorn me, to adorn you…to bless me…to bless you…
that we would lift our face up and beam thanks … not that we would look at these things…
these children, this spouse, this life, our spiritual gifts, these relationships, these talents… and melt them down into liquid so
we could pour them into a mold which would fit nicely on this earth…
something silly, wobbly, dependent and vulnerable…
So with my boots on… I go into a throne room again like I do everyday.. but always new.
With dirty boots on I walk past my bench, today isn’t a day to sit… I walk with Him.
Walking in willingness to show up to gather I show Him the gifts are still in the condition He gave them to me… I won’t melt any of them down today.
With boots on I walk draped in riches of an heir.