I had a great day yesterday and my quick Facebook update last evening reflected that fact. This is what I posted: “Been completely undone most of the afternoon and I’m so glad. Jesus is so ridiculously good it is embarrassing.”
When I got home last night, there was a comment on the post: “Really? I would love to hear one of your God stories, would you share with me?” So Tina, this “story” is for you.
I’ve actually heard a lot of great God stories lately. I’ve seen breakthrough happening all around me. I’m seeing more and more people stepping up and stepping out. It’s awesome and it’s amazing. I’ve seen and heard of incredible stories of opportunity and provision; of miraculous healings, salvation and deliverance; of divine appointments and God encounters of every shape and size. For many, prayers prayed for years–if not decades–have come to fruition in a single moment. I’ve seen more people take huge leaps of faith into divine destiny than ever before–and as they’ve stepped out onto the water, again and again, I’ve seen God meet them in remarkable ways. Yep, it seems that ”God stories” have been abounding in this season like no other that I can recall.
I’ve had plenty of my own amazing God stories over the years. Sometimes I go back through my journals just to reflect upon and remember all the amazing things he’s done in my life. Some of those things have been huge and miraculous; others have been simple and sweet divine moments that served to confirm his word and his promises. All have testified to his goodness and his faithfulness. I treasure each of them. But there is something I treasure even more–and that “something” is at the heart of this story.
Ironically, I started the day yesterday by asking God to “do” something. I’ve heard so many amazing testimonies lately that I guess I was feeling a little left out. Sometimes it feels like it has been a while since he has done any real “God stuff” in my life. I wanted to see something tangible. I didn’t. Instead I saw him.
And that’s my story. That’s why it was such an amazing day. That’s why I was undone. That’s why I was reminded–again–of how ridiculously good he is. I simply spent the day hanging out with him. He knows me better than I know me. He knows what I need. He knows what I want. And what I need; what I want–is him.
This really is my story. Honestly it’s the only one I’ve got. At the end of the day, it’s the only one I really care about. The other stories are great. Miracles are great. Breakthrough is great. Being used by God is amazing. Being blessed by God in tangible ways is wonderful. Divine appointments and divine assignments charge me up, but divine encounters fill me up. Having a lot of God stories is great, but having a lot of God is better. So, so much better. In fact, Someone I know called it “choosing the better part.” I think he was onto something.
I love his presence. I love him. This is my story. What’s funny is when I do just “hang out” with him, I tend to realize just how much “God stuff” he is doing in my life on a daily basis. In many ways, the supernatural has become so natural to me that sometimes I simply forget how supernatural–and even miraculous–my life is virtually all the time.
Yes, I am still waiting for breakthrough in a number of areas. And yes, I am still believing I’ll have some more great stories to share. But there is no greater testimony–no greater story–than to simply be his. It is my most fervent desire that this “one thing” remain the overarching story of my life.
I am my Beloved’s and He is mine. I am my Beloved’s and His desire is for me.
This is my story. Anything else is pretty much filler.