Designed to flourish

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Christmas Dinner Table (Photo credit: baslow)

“I was thumbing through a Williams-Sonoma catalog. It calls itself “a catalog for cooks,” but really, it’s a catalog of the life we wish we had. Everything is beautiful, delicious, elegant. The kitchens portrayed are immaculate—there are no messes. Cooking there would be a joy. The tables are sumptuous with their beautiful china place settings, wine glasses brimming with nectar, gourmet foods deliciously prepared, invitingly presented. Fresh flowers abound. The homes are lovely and spacious; the view out the windows is always a mountain lake, a beach, or perhaps an English garden. Everything is as it ought to be. Glancing through its pages, you get a sense of rest. Life is good. You see, the images whisper, it can be done. Life is within your grasp. And so the quest continues. But of course. Our address used to be Paradise, remember?

And oh, how we yearn for another shot at it. Flip with me for a moment through the photo album of your heart, and collect a few of your most treasured memories. Recall a time in your life when you felt really special, a time when you knew you were loved. The day you got engaged perhaps. Or a childhood Christmas. Maybe a time with your grandparents.

Hold your memory while you gather another, a time of real adventure, such as when you first learned to ride a bike, or galloped on a horse, or perhaps did something exciting on a vacation. Now, we were meant to live in a world like that—every day. Just as our lungs are made to breathe oxygen, our souls are designed to flourish in an atmosphere rich in love and meaning, security and significance, intimacy and adventure. But we don’t live in that world anymore. Far from it. Though we try to resolve the dilemma by disowning our desire, it doesn’t work. It is the soul’s equivalent of holding our breath. Eventually, we find ourselves gasping for air.”

~Ramsomed Heart Ministries

Heavenly Father, we do “yearn for another shot at it” and we know it will come soon, for You have promised:  “On that day, with a command that thunders into the world, with a voice of a chief heavenly messenger, and with a blast of God’s trumpet, the Lord Himself will descend from heaven; and all those who died in the Anointed One, our Liberating King, will rise from the dead first. Then we who are alive and left behind will be snatched up together with them into the clouds to meet the Lord in the air. This is how we, the resurrected and the living, will be with Him forever!” Thessalonians 4:16-17, The Voice

Our time will soon come and it will be far better than any Christmas, any memory whatsoever. And this time all of our loved ones will be present, gathered around the banquet table of heaven. There will be a smile on each face and all of us will be looking at the One who made it all possible. Now THAT will be a celebration like no other. Can’t wait!


2 thoughts on “Designed to flourish

    • You are so welcome, sweet friend. God is gracious to give us strength for each day; extra strength to get through the holiday “hoopla” is what it feels like to me. I separate what is truth from what is traditions We have tons of traditions and must filter through it all to find the truth surrounding a tiny Babe who was born in a stinky stable, but God never took His eyes off this Baby. He grew to be the Man for all time and the only Man who could make a difference in our human condition. For Him I am forever grateful. Blessings to you and yours this holiday season. Jesus is the reason for the season and our eternal Hope year ’round. Shall we chat over the phone in the new year?


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