Five Minute Friday: Lost

It’s Friday. We write.  5 minutes. That is all. There’s a whole group of us that write.

Today’s prompt:

LOST

Lost and found. Forever lost. Forever found. 

Lost is a black hole in my mind. Lost love, lost homes, lost time, lost things, lost memories. They all seem to find themselves down that hole like Alice falling into the White Rabbit’s Hole. Forever falling; never arriving.

I’ve lost more things than I can count. Most of the time things lost are insignificant. However, there are some things that just disappear and no matter how much you look or how long you look or how often you look- they just can’t be found. There’s a sadness attached, a sort of undying hope that one day… perhaps. But no. 

I was like one of those lost things, forever falling, never arriving.  Until. Amazing Grace.

 But by the grace of God I am what I am, and his grace to me was not without effect. 1 Corinthians 15:10a

 

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Insignificance

 Posit: That we all feel insignificant, harbor insecurities, feel we’ve been left out of the game, and are worthless at least once in our lives.

We ALL battle this oppression imposed on us. It comes with the territory- this earth that we are bound to while we are breathing. This world that is dying, doomed, twisted and flawed because of its own sin. This world that is straining against the will of the evil one imposed only because he has been allowed to wander this place.

Whether it is only fleeting or it comes to dwell on our shoulders off and on throughout our lives, there is that sense of insignificance-that we are nothing or less than nothing. That feeling that we get when we look up into the face of the stars on a moonless night, that we are a grain of sand on one of a thousand beaches.

I sense that within us all there can be that part that doubts whether we can completely accept the gift of redemption and forgiveness from the hand of God that we received when we believed that Jesus paid the price of our sin and disbelief. If only because we doubt our worth to Him

“Amazing love, how can it be? That thou, my God, shouldst die for me?”- Charles Wesley

 

Who am I that You, my God, would die for me?

 

Shouldn’t I be doing something? Making a mark on this world? Make others see my significance? Wouldn’t that make it more certain? My salvation, that is?

 

Oh, dear friend, we still have to get past the doing and simply be.

 

Be His. His alone.

He loves. He carries. He holds. He comforts. He heals. He is enough.

He is coming. For us.  Me and You. The worthless bag of bones that we were – is no more.  Because we are significant to Him. Because He loves us.

“Do not let your hearts be troubled. Trust in God; trust also in me. In my Father’s house are many rooms; if it were not so, I would have told you. I am going there to prepare a place for you.  And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come back and take you to be with me that you also may be where I am.  You know the way to the place where I am going.” John 14:1-4

“For you know that it was not with perishable things such as silver or gold that you were redeemed from the empty way of life handed down to you from your forefathers, but with the precious blood of Christ, a lamb without blemish or defect.” 1 Peter 1: 18-20 

“ But, dear friends, remember what the apostles of our Lord Jesus Christ foretold. They said to you, “In the last times there will be scoffers who will follow their own ungodly desires.” These are the men who divide you, who follow mere natural instincts and do not have the Spirit. But you, dear friends, build yourselves up in your most holy faith and pray in the Holy Spirit. Keep yourselves in God’s love as you wait for the mercy of our Lord Jesus Christ to bring you to eternal life. Be merciful to those who doubt; snatch others from the fire and save them; to others show mercy, mixed with fear—hating even the clothing stained by corrupted flesh.” Jude 17-23

Five Minute Friday: Graceful

It’s that time again, Today’s writing prompt is Graceful. Be sure to check out what others think of the subject over at The Gypsy Mama’s site by clicking on the button at the end of my little rant!

Graceful

I’ve always thought how Ironic that both my first and middle name have the connotation of “grace”. And, as I’m writing now I’m amazed that I have always thought of that word as meaning that the person who carries that name is graceful which was TOTALLY wrong in my case. Ha. all these years and it just occurred to me that the two are not the same at all. Ok, enough of the epiphany.

Graceful is not what I am at all, I have stumbled my way up a bus step, turned an ankle more times than I can remember as a child and an adult, and lost my balance so many times that I’ve looked like a drunkard. So, graceful is what I am not.  Glad we got that cleared up.

However, I am “grace-full”- I am filled with the gift of His grace every day. I wake amazed that I am still breathing, that I am able to see His wonders, that I can “see” His hand moving in my life and the lives of those I love and call family and friends. I am grateful the grace He has extended includes me. As Paul said in making a statement about his credentials in 1 Corinthians 15:10a: But by the grace of God I am what I am, and his grace to me was not without effect.”

How does His grace affect you?