What If There’s a Bigger Picture?

Oh. My. Word.

God’s movin’ y’all. (If that wasn’t southern, I don’t know what is… but I tell ya, I want to scream it at the top of my lungs.)

GOD IS MOVING.

God’s stretching the hubs and I. People keep telling me that God is stretching and forming me into the woman that He’s called me to be (and please don’t ask me what that woman looks like, because I don’t know… but I know that it’s not the woman that you know right now…or so I’m told)

But I think God is stretching the hubs as well. I think that we are on the verge of something bigger and He uses the funniest ways to show me.

I’m motivated by music. I just am. As in, I hate to be late for church because I miss the music. If the sermon came before the music? I’d probably NEVER make it on time.

And the radio is ALWAYS on in my car.

But I don’t always hear it. It’s background noise… and then, for whatever reason, I tune my brain in to what’s playing and it strikes me. And these aren’t new songs, but rather songs I’ve heard before yet never HEARD.

Such was the case Friday morning on the way to work…as I mulled over the events of the past few weeks in my head, asking God, yet again what I’m supposed to be doing (and honestly praying He’d give me a different answer than He has been giving me…)

I tuned into these words…

What if there’s a bigger picture

What if I’m missing out?

What if there’s a greater purpose

I could be living right now?

I cocked my head to the side and I listened to the rest of the song… a song about a man who was just “getting by” as a Christian, a man who lived in his own little world where everything was safe, comfortable, and normal.

A man who is much like me.

In my own little world it hardly ever rains

I’ve never gone hungry and always felt safe

I’ve got some money in my pocket and shoes on my feet

In my own little world

Population me

I try to stay away through the Sunday morning church

I throw a twenty in the plate but I never give until it hurts

And I turn off the news when I don’t like what I see

It’s easy to do when it’s population me

Ow. My toes just got mashed. Thanks God.

But how true it is. For me. I’m comfortable. I’m safe. I’m content. I don’t want to shake things up any.

But God has other plans.

God thinks we can do more. He thinks we can be more.

(Ok, so I don’t think the hubs is as gung ho on this as I am, and I apologize alot to him for marrying a woman with strong convictions.)

But reality?

We’re living in a world, population me.

And I don’t think the hubs and I are the only ones. I bet there are a few of you out there that have felt a little tug recently… a tug simply indicating that there’s more for you… and I’m telling ya. If you feel it? It’s there.