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I’ve had a relationship with Christ for 21 years—almost my
entire life—but you know what?
Sometimes, God still pulls a sneak attacks on me.
And by “attack,” I don’t mean something gruesome or even
unnerving. He just has such a way of surprising me.
When I shouldn’t in be surprised in the least.
It’s funny—I go about my day as if I’m the center of the
universe. I worry, worry, worry about me, me, me. About the things that affect
MY life. That will uproot and inconvenience me. I’m not entirely selfish, but I
do have lots of moments where I’m consumed with thoughts about and prayers for
myself.
But despite this unassuming behavior, I often think that God
couldn’t possibly be interested in what’s going on with me. Why should He care
about the details of my largely blessed life when there are people across the
world—heck, across the city—who are suffering?
I start thinking that maybe I don’t matter to Him after all.
Even though He blatantly tells me in His Word that He takes care of the
sparrows, so surely He’ll take care of me.
And obviously He cares for me, because Jesus died for me.
But sometimes, that doesn’t feel “personal” enough.
Completely and totally blasphemous, right? But He died for everyone, not just
me. So I start thinking it was a general act of love, not geared specifically
at me, but in general to all mankind.
And here’s where the sneak attack comes in.
Because God, in His infinite kindness, decides to show me
that He specifically loves me. That He cares about the details of MY life.
It usually appears as someone reaching out at the moment I’m
drowning, or a message that’s repeated over and over again (you know, like when
you hear similar themes in a sermon, a blog post, and a conversation or book
all within a few days of each other).
It’s in these moments that I stop, pick my jaw up off the
floor, and fall to my knees.
Because He does care. About me. Specifically. Not because I’m
amazing, but because He is.
He does want good things. For my life. Specifically. Because
He wants me to live my life to glorify Him.
And even if I had been the only person on this planet, He
would have died.
For me.
Specifically.
Know what?
He also died for you. Specifically for you.
And that truth is the best surprise I’ve ever received.
Your Turn: When has
God surprised you?
*Photo by Suat Eman