Five Minute Friday, Grace, Lent, Obedience

Gift

“It still remains true that no justification of virtue will enable a man to be virtuous.” C.S. Lewis


It’s possible to count gifts and still miss them at the same time. I wouldn’t have thought as much, until I realized I was doing just that.

Counting with my head not my heart. There are gifts that come in ugly, tattered wrapping. There are gifts that come through the hard pain, through searing refinement, through the sloughing off of scales to reveal the freshness of new vision.

These are the gifts in my life these days. Ugly. Painful. Dirty. Forgotten. And yet, these gifts are good, because they come from the One who is pure goodness.

As usual, Christ gives the good gifts the hard way.

The way up is down.

The way to more is less.

The way to truth is to walk through the darkness towards the light.

Jesus could have been dropped from heaven to earth, a celestial stork could have swooped in and laid Him neatly, cleanly in Mary’s arms. But He came instead, the hard dirty way of birth.

We have to die to live.

We have to lay low to be lifted.

This is the gift of this lenten season.

Burry me in a tomb that I might come forth and live.

Stones roll and a new heart emerges, bloodied and bruised from the shaping, but this heart’s been redeemed.

That’s pure gift. I count it.

How could I not?


Joining Lisa-Jo and fabulous others this morning for Five Minute Friday, where we cut the words loose for just five minutes, and see where they fall. No editing, just encouraging the others who play along.

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  1. “These are the gifts in my life these days. Ugly. Painful. Dirty. Forgotten.”

    You speak here of counting the kind of gifts that I sometimes fear… or that draw out a mumbling and grumbling… yet I want to count them as gifts… coming from His good hand…

    I do not want to delay in learning His ways… and living His ways… and you remind me here… to know Him is to know the fellowship of His suffering… 

    Thank you for the truth you write so beautifully here… 

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    1. alwaysalleluia

      Michele-Lyn, I don’t want to delay it either. I want the hard lessons even if it means short -term (maybe even long-term) discomfort. I know that means growth and a closer walk with the Lord and I want nothing to keep me from Him. Thank you for encouraging me, and sharing your heart.

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  2. Yes, remove these scales, Father, to make me new again.  Beautiful — to rejoice in the gift of dying to receive life, the gift of the hard, dirty work to be  born with real hope, joy, and love. Thank you, Kris. Yes, I celebrate these gifts with you, too, pain and all. They are just too good to miss, and yes, not to count. {Love that.}  🙂

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    1. alwaysalleluia

      Blessings, Jennifer, we celebrate the glorious gifts of the Father together, in all their forms and fashion. However He sends them, may we never forget that they are not just trials but treasures to unwrap, revealing more of His heart for us.

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  3. Oh yes. Yes. The beautiful, ugly, gritty truth shines so bright here, sweet friend. He is refining you, and while it’s painful and oh so difficult, you’re becoming more and more like our glorious Savior with each pass through the fire. Bless you, dear one, as you submit to His will and His calling, and grow more beautiful each day.  XOXO

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    1. alwaysalleluia

      Though He slay me, I will hope in Him. (Job 13:15) Job knew the value of the hard gifts. I have much to learn still. God is so faithful. You have been my constant companion on this journey and I am so thankful for how you always point me to Him. You are a treasure. I love you.

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    1. alwaysalleluia

      Bless your heart, Mary. Thank you for encouraging me. God is so faithful and good. May He fill your day with His joy and draw you ever closer to Himself.

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  4. MomLaurM

    Die to live…lay low to be lifted…such truth in these words! And yes, I have found myself counting gifts with my head and not my heart…but the realization brings about the eyes opening to see even more gifts! Love you Krissie, thanks for the beauty here!

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    1. alwaysalleluia

      The gifts never stop, do they? We have to learn to recognize them in all their various forms. Bt they never ever stop. Thank you, Lauren for your encouragement and prayers. What a friend you are to me!! xO 😉

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  5. Oh Kris! Gorgeous writing– Goosebumps all over. Thank you so much for not only these beautiful words but a beautiful reminder that we have to go through the yuck to get the yay! It’s a hard place– but such a blessed place. What a wonderful gift! 

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    1. alwaysalleluia

      Alene, the more I learn about God’s ways the crazier the whole walk of the Christan faith becomes. Every wild moment of following Him leads to places unexpected, by routes unimaginable. What a gracious and beautiful Lord we serve. His creativity and love for us knows no bounds! 😉

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    1. alwaysalleluia

      Oh indeed. I am so grateful for His refining, even when it burns white-hot. He disciplines and molds those whom He loves. We are loved. We are redeemed! 😉

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