This week I have been sick. The dreaded stomach virus. Usually I am not sick very often, but in the last three months I have been and I really don’t like it.
So, since Sunday I have been on the couch or in the bed eating ice chips. Sometimes they have been my friend and sometimes not.
I lay in my green state and thought about this. The Holy Spirit never wastes a teaching moment and he knows exactly what will speak to me, and he can and does use the oddest of things and elements.
I lay on that couch wrapped in my soft red blanket and thought about those questions. All the while the water was dripping filling the bowl. And time is like that, isn’t it? It drips away little by little.
Little by little an hour passes, a day, a month, a year.
Someone very important and special to me looked at me this weekend and through tear-filled eyes said, “I don’t want to look back on my life and regret or feel like it was wasted.”
She has recognized that even the drips and drops are important. She doesn’t want to waste them. Or regret how she used them.
i want her to know that our God wastes nothing. Nothing. Every drop that falls will be used for some purpose if they have been given over to him. Even the ones that seem to just plop in a bowl on the shower floor.
She and I can’t and don’t want to stop the dripping, that’s just simply life. But we can decide how we are going to use the collected drops. We can make willful decisions to use the water in the bowl to bless others. To make them laugh. To lift them. To encourage them. To help them pray. To nourish them.
To give God glory.
To exalt him.
Aren't these the ultimate goals anyway? Regardless of what we do, to give him the glory? To lift him up for all to see?
To be a testimony of what he does with a shower bowl of dripped water when it has been given over to him?
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