Unexpected

Life’s been a little crazy lately. Since the duration of 2018 was basically one life altering change and drama after another, 2019 so far has been a season of fervent meditation, determined rebuilding, and crazy answers to prayer.

I’m loving it.

Meet me for coffee sometime & I’ll talk for hours (not hyperbole 😬) about what God has done these past few months. I often find myself literally “spaced out”, staring into the distance just puzzling out everything that He’s accomplished & is currently creating in our lives.

(I also often awake from my reverie to the food-covered, button-nose of my daughter, pressed on mine as she is requesting more “nax” [“snacks”]… #momlife 🤷‍♀️)

ANYWAYS, recently as I was lost again in thought, I reflected on this blog & you beautiful people who follow me here. I started cracking up in disbelief realizing that there are people who actually want to read what I write. Besides my brother’s diary-stealing phase in junior high, I’d never imagined someone would voluntarily subscribe to my ramblings. But here we are.

This line of thought always moves back to my sweet Sam; the idea that because he died, God has exploded this small platform of mine. Because of all the pain we went through last year, I’ve been able to share His love and gospel to people in a way that, quite frankly, I was never brave enough to do before. And in an volume that I’d never dreamed of. I must admit, as a mother, it’s the definition of cognitive dissonance; to be grateful for everything God is doing through my son’s death, yet still acknowledging how horrible it was. The more I think, however, another glorious truth appears:

I mean, isn’t that just like God?

He takes the most horrible thing in the world, death, and makes something beautiful from it. He takes the very punishment of our ugliest nature and turns it into the mode of our redemption.

We serve a God who is in the business of doing the unexpected. I mean, think about it: Make a beautiful Garden, place perfect people in it… then put a deadly tree in the smack-dab middle. Decide to call for yourself a people group, solely to promote how awesome You are… and pick a hen-pecked, cowardly Abraham and his infertile wife to start it up. Send the holy, perfect, Creator-son of that beautiful world into the middle of it all… but have him birthed next to pungent, foul-smelling farm animals. Allow that same Son to suffer a brutal death at the hands of murderers and hypocrites… but then bring Him back to life 3 days later.

In doing this, make the biggest sin of all humanity in the history of the world ever – murdering the Creator- into the catalyst for salvation of mankind itself.

Crazy, right?

Our God is apparently the originator of the plot twist 🤷‍♀️ Not surprising, since he’s the originator of literally everything, but an awesome truth to meditate on nonetheless.

What’s my point? As always, to encourage you. Your story isn’t over until He says it’s over. He isn’t hemmed in by human tradition or conventional expectations. To quote Lewis, “He’s not a tame lion”. He always seems to have something amazing up His sleeve, whether we see it on this side of eternity or the other.

We serve a God of the unexpected, Who gives generous gifts and loves us scandalously. And as his precious children, we can expect nothing less.

Love always,

Kelsey