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Everything to Anything

"God is reaching out to us, wanting us to see we need him. But since he is God, we think he wants some song and dance from us-in other words, behavior modification. He actually just wants us." Jennie Allen

Everything. I say I will give everything to God. I try daily to give Him everything. But, am I willing to give him anything?

Too often, I think everything and anything are interchangeable. Giving everything comes with limitations. Its MY everything. I create the perameters to which everything I give. I overrun, overwork, and overserve trying to give God everything. I run at a pace that cannot be sustained. I exhaust myself chasing the dream of giving everything thinking that's the very thing God wants from me. But it's not. He doesn't want everything. He just wants anything.

He wants to know that I am willing to give anything to be still and be near like Mary...

As Jesus and his disciples were on their way, he came to a village where a woman named Martha opened her home to him. She had a sister called Mary, who sat at the Lord’s feet listening to what he said. But Martha was distracted by all the preparations that had to be made. She came to him and asked, “Lord, don’t you care that my sister has left me to do the work by myself? Tell her to help me!”

“Martha, Martha,” the Lord answered, “you are worried and upset about many things, but few things are needed—or indeed only one. Mary has chosen what is better, and it will not be taken away from her.”
Luke 10:38-42

Am I willing to give anything letting things go so I can sit at the feet of my Savior? He doesn't need me to give my everything. He'd rather have my anything.

Giving everything leaves us empty. We run in circles trying to earn grace never attaining the peace He wishes to lavish upon us.

When I am willing to give anything instead of everything, I am free of the burden of the chase. I am free of the unattainable standard of a race that cannot be won. When I am willing to give anything, I am at rest. I sit at the feet of the One who saves waiting for His call; His lead. And when he asks for my anything, I am ready to move.

You see, giving everything depletes our souls rendering us useless to give anything when He calls. He'd rather us leave the dirty dishes in the sink and use paper plates if that means more time at His feet. We are so concerned with being okay with God that we inundate our lives with giving everything that we lose sight of the fact that we were okay the moment we said yes to Him. Overwhelming our lives trying to give and do everything isn't going to change that. We are saved by grace. He wants me, just me, but I am too busy chasing everything thinking that's what He needs.

It's time I lay down the everything. He'd rather have the spirit of anyting in me anyway. And when He calls me to something, I will be rested in the depths of my soul because I haven't exhausted myself with the everything making me ready to give Him anything.

Love & Blessings,
Meg

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