Sometimes I wish I’d done drugs. Or maybe spent some time in jail. Not because I think that sounds like a good time, but because I wish I had a better story to tell. I wish I’d had a radical change.
I’ve always had a relatively boring testimony. No grand transformation. No road to Damascus experiences. Just a little girl that loved Jesus who grew up to be a woman that loved Jesus.
But lately I’ve been thinking about how vain I must seem to God, how small I must think Him to be. As if He isnt capable of doing more in me. As if I have reached the apex of the Christian life.
He can radically change us. Yes, even the good ones. Because God doesn’t have a bad, good, best scale. His scale is utterly incomprehensible to us. Unfathomable. Inconceivable.
(Yes, Vicini, inconceivable.)
His scale does not have an upper limit. He can transform all our well hidden wretchedness. He can use us to save, heal and rescue. He is not limited by our story, our title or our income.
Starting today He can use our past to redeem our future and the futures of our children, if we’ll let Him.
He can transform us from impatient mothers to ones full of grace.
He can bring order to our disorder.
He can use us to bring Hope to the hurting.
May we never settle. May we never “arrive.”
Let’s pursue a radical story. Minus the drugs and jail.
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