Peices of a Greater Standard
After church on New Years day I sit against the closet doors of my room in tears, mostly at this one situation. There are other situations on top of that one though, some that bring great joy, some that bring great pain, some that bring great excitement, some that bring great concern and worry. Each situation, I learn, is a piece to a puzzle that God is putting together.
I sit against the closet doors heavy hearted, but something inside of me tells me not to sit there anymore. Something inside of me tells me to get up and clean. My instincts tell me that it was God.
I get up, change into some suitable cleaning clothes and begin spring cleaning 2 months early. For 7 hours there are gospel songs and gospel raps playing aloud, helping to push me through this cleaning frenzy. I clean behind this, and under that, pondering all the pieces to this puzzle that only God has the power to put together.
In these moments I feel the pain of this one situation. I also feel the joy, the pain, the excitement, the frustration, the concern and the worry for the other situations. The nearer I get to the finish of cleaning, the more I hear something inside speak to me about living by a greater standard.
On New Years Eve and at that morning New Years Day church service I receive tons of confirmation and encouragement by brothers and sisters in the faith. It all helped me to see that God was indeed putting a puzzle together in my life. But in order for it to be completed, I have to live by a greater standard. After cleaning, it became apparent that the deep cleaning of my house(and now the maintaining thereof) is a metaphor for the greater standard that God is trying to bring me to.
Copyright © Evan Mitchell | Year Posted 2017
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