This is a post I wrote back in September. Thought it might begin to paint a picture for you about where my heart is…
My house is quiet this morning. My precious boy is napping peacefully and I decided to just spend some time with God; to thank him for trusting us with this incredible boy, and to ask him to bless him with an incredible part to play in the Kingdom of God. I know he has amazing plans for Ransom, because God keeps his promises. I am constantly blown away that the God of the universe would choose to advance his mighty kingdom through everyday people like you and me.
I’m struck lately by the fact that I don’t deserve this incredible life that God blessed me with. I’m overwhelmed pretty much on a daily basis. In a world ravaged by war, poverty, and unspeakable injustices, I sit here typing in my comfortable house, next to my beautiful son, writing about the ridiculous blessings that have been showered on me. It’s not “fair” but I’m deeply thankful.
This morning I found myself praying for The Prom coming up this Friday. It’s been very surreal to be on maternity leave and away during the Prom season. Though I am cherishing each sweet moment with Ransom, I find myself thinking a lot about the 1,000 guests who will grace the red carpet in just three days.
In this new role as a “Mommy” I find myself praying a lot about the people who will cross paths with Ransom over the course of his life. I pray daily that there will be countless other believers, warriors in the Kingdom of God, who will come alongside him and speak life into him. That they will enter into his story and see God at work in his life. I imagine for every smiling face that is greeted curbside there is a Mom or Dad out there who hopes and prays for the same thing for their child with special needs. And I know that God is looking down on each of them beaming with pride “That’s my kid!” (I can just hear him say it!)
I once had a divine encounter with a parent of an incredible young boy who happened to have autism. As she shared with me her hopes and dreams for her son she explained that her greatest fear would be that one day he would grow up and that he wouldn’t be “cute” anymore. That no one would love him. Those words stung my heart then and are even more crushing to me now as I think about my own son.
Each guest that dances with us on Friday night is precious in the eyes of God, like you and I. And they each have an incredible part to play in advancing the Kingdom. Frankly, without them – we (the Body of Christ) are incomplete. So as you dust off your fancy clothes (which in the Vineyard world is pretty much anything above jeans and a t-shirt; Gotta LOVE it!) to serve, think of the person you will meet that night. Pray that they see God in YOU and that they come in to relationship with the one who treasures all of his people, just as they are. Because sometimes seeking justice, loving mercy, and walking humbly (Micah 6:8) involves sequins, a tie, and some dancing.
Hope to see you all there…. And to those of you who feel forgotten – hold fast – God’s people are coming for you – and they’ve got a disco ball. 🙂
Here’s a great video from our very first Prom