What makes us complete? It’s the fullness of life that comes from God. I have looked to my job, my kids, relationships, education, food, exercise, friends—you name it—to give me a sense of wholeness and fulfillment, but none of that made me feel complete. Why? We are born with a God-shaped hole that only He can fill. Until we give ourselves to Him completely and let Him fill the void, we will continue to seek out substitutions that will never satisfy.
“Thou hast made us for thyself, O Lord, and our heart is restless until it finds its rest in thee.” -St. Augustine
I learned something today- life’s not fair. The rich get richer while the poor stay poor. Innocent children die of horrible diseases while various adults treat their bodies horribly and live into old age. Couples who would be excellent parents can’t conceive while others abuse their children. Some married couples fight constantly and cheat while their single friends dream of having a spouse.
That is just life, and it’s not fair. I’m not the only one who thinks so. The Bible is full of people asking God about the unfairness of it all:
Have you ever thought something nice about someone but never told them? Yesterday, I was praying for various people at my church when I realized how much I missed a certain lady! I thought about all the wonderful things I love and admire about her. Then I realized- I have never actually told her. So, I sent her a text expressing all the lovely things I appreciate about who she is as a person and role model in my life.
Nine years ago today I made a decision which changed the trajectory of my life. I was a backslider who had decided to come back to church. It wasn’t Easter, Christmas, Mother’s Day, or any other special day of the year. It was just a beautiful, springy Sunday morning here in the Pacific Northwest.
I was at work today, minding my own business, when the secretary started playing The Judds in the front office. Immediately, I began getting flashbacks of growing up in Texas.
The Judds was the first concert I ever attended. I must have been in first or second grade. I remember being so far away from the stage that we had to use binoculars to see anything! It was a time that I will never forget. Wynonna was standing in one place, playing the guitar while her mother, Naomi, danced around the stage singing. To my young mind, Naomi must have been the daughter since she was dancing around. My mother just laughed at my confusion.