“… He is beauty for the blind man
Riches for the poor
He is friendship for the one the world ignores
He is pasture for the weary
Rest for those who strive
For the good Lord is the way, the truth, the life …”
— From Rend Collective’s “Rescuer”
As a Christ follower, I’ve been rescued.
I want my identity to be rooted there because that’s already been done and there’s nothing I can do to change that truth.
Oh but I’ve tried. I’ve tried to save myself and rescue those around me. I’ve micromanaged situations like I was in control when I really needed to be accepting and appreciating reality. I’ve tried to add to what God has already done by building idols of productivity. I’ve tried to prove my self-worth to a God who has already redeemed my past, rescued me with a purpose, and called me His own.
I want to live surrendered to God’s ways through me.
I want to live more in a field than a factory. (It’s an analogy I heard months ago that I can’t shake.)
I want to continue inviting others in so they can hear my story, which is really God’s story.
I want to let grace fill the gaps — in myself, in others, and all in our broken world.
I want to live rescued.
“We can only keep on going, after all, by the power of God, who first saved us and then called us to this holy work. We had nothing to do with it. It was all his idea, a gift prepared for us in Jesus long before we knew anything about it. But we know it now. Since the appearance of our Savior, nothing could be plainer: death defeated, life vindicated in a steady blaze of light, all through the work of Jesus.”
This struck me deeply when I sat down yesterday morning on what seemed like the first day of the year as my husband was out the door with the big kids who were headed back to school and the toddler slept in.
God’s holy work. He created us for this. He saved us for this. Whatever THIS may be changes with the seasons, but when we’re honoring God with our lives then we’re exactly where He wants us to be. Those are the stories He’s writing in our lives for His glory, to bring His light into the darkness of this world.
And that’s a good place to land as I go into this year remembering I’m already rescued.
I’ve spent a few weeks thinking about my word for the year and God kept bringing me back to RESCUED, reminding me He’s my rescuer. It’s been the message to my heart and mind as I’ve navigated live the past few months, and I already listen regularly to a playlist that echoes these truths.
As I continue to process what God is doing, I’ll share on Facebook, Instagram, and Twitter with #livingrescued. I’d love for you to join me on this journey. And, of course, my kids, especially the one pictured above, make this life and whatever it brings more fun! Happy new year, friends.