All or Nothing
Grab your bible and look up these two passages. I’ll wait. No rush. I’m a patient person. And a liar. Just kidding. I’m not a liar. I’m just not patient. Lol.
1 Kings 17:8-16 Widow and her son
Mark 12:41-44 Widow and two coins
Have you ever felt like you had nothing to offer God? This Holy, all-knowing, all-seeing, powerful, Alpha and Omega who calls us friend and asks us to call Him Father.. He spoke the world into existence and hung the stars, each of which He just so happens to know by name. What in the world could you offer Him? He already has everything. Everything that has ever been, He has been the reason behind its existence.
Sometimes we can feel kinda like a crunched sea shell on the shore of life. We washed up on the beach only to be trampled on and cracked. And how can a cracked mess be any value to a Holy King?
Oh my dear angel, God isn’t calling the world’s strongest. He hasn’t set up a job fair for the most supreme of intelligence, 4.0 averaging scholars. He knows that some of us have experienced life at the bottom. He knows we’ve scavenged among the rocks to find a mere excuse to continue breathing. He knows the hell we’ve been through and the screaming soul within that has soured and grown bitter. And afraid. And the feeling of hopelessness we’ve grown accustomed to that covers us like an old tattered blanket.
You may not believe you have much to offer. You may have had a lot stolen from you. Innocence. Peace. Acceptance. Love. It’s all you can do to lift your head off your saturated pillowcase in the morning. A new day brings new fears and anxieties and an endless supply of things you have absolutely no control over.
These precious widows felt the same way, I can assure you. They had lost what was most important to them. They didn’t have much to offer. The first widowed mother had already accepted death and defeat for both her and her son. She had nothing left in her house. She was empty and without hope. God had other plans. Elijah came and informed her that she needed to make her last loaf of bread and feed him – first. Could you imagine?! I’d be floored, if you ask me. “Hey dude, you must not have heard me. I don’t have enough to entertain guests!” God required that she provide for his prophet first. Then her and her son would be taken care of.
The second widow gave all she had. E.v.e.r.y.t.h.i.n.g. The rich and prestigious tossed in hundreds. A small fraction of what they had. Pocket change. This widowed woman? She gave out of her lack, not her wealth. She didn’t have a lot to give, yet she gave every last ounce she had to the house of God.
God doesn’t care how little you have or how much you have. He just cares that you honor Him with what you have. And that you honor Him first. If you love to play the piano, play to glorify Him! If you are more on the artsy side, draw and paint for Him! He doesn’t want us to be lukewarm and riding the fence. Revelation 3:15 gives us a clear picture of how disgusted He is when we don’t pick a side. The thought of the God of my salvation vomiting me out of His mouth is pretty sickening.
The thing we don’t realize is that God can take a little and turn it into a lot. A whole lot. Take the little boy who had two small fish and five pieces of bread. He didn’t have much but he was willing to give into the hands of Jesus who broke it, blessed it and gave it to thousands of people who were craving more than just a spiritual fill up.
You’re in a relationship with the man you’re ready to marry. He swept you off your feet and you’re ready to tie the knot. On your wedding day, you’re all dolled up in the most stunning white sparkling dress and your something old, something new, something borrowed and something blue. The music starts, the doors swing open and everyone stands to watch you walk down the aisle. Then your eyes meet your man’s eyes. And your mouth is gaping wide open. He’s standing there in a pair of sweaty gym shorts and a white tank in flip flops. O.M.G. You’re ready to start your lives together. He’s ready for.. A shower and deodorant after a game of flag football.
This is how we show up and we expect God to use us. He knows we can be so much more. He wants more out of us. But He’s such a gentleman, ladies. He won’t beg. He won’t get down on His knees and plead with you to make time for Him or do something for Him. He wants us. All of us. As little or as much as we have to bring to the table. He loved us while we were up to our shoulders in this mess. And He wants to use this mess to minister to someone else wading through the funk.
You have no idea how much of an impression you have on other people and how much of an impact you can make. You have life changing, life altering hope inside of you. You just have to tap into it. Take it off the shelf and dust if off.
Give Him all you have. Not just a little bit. ALL or nothing, baby. It’s all or nothing. Don’t settle for mediocre living. What’s the fun in that, anyway?
Living Life Unscripted,