Most people, when they think of renewed life, think of Spring – the green grass, the budding flowers, the April showers. But, in the last several years September has, for me, come to represent a month of personal life renewal.
I shared with you in my last post the celebration of my “sleeve-a-versary”. Ninety-three pounds down. Life changing. Life affirming, renewing, reinvigorating. That was the 9th.
Then came the 11th. A day of remembrance for our country, to be sure, though one of sombreness and heartache.
But, for me, 4 yrs. ago on the 11th, again, I celebrated life – life rescued, recaptured and renewed – the day of my car accident. I won’t belabor the story. I’ve shared it with you before. The story is simple – I shouldn’t be here, but I am. God’s grace. His unmerited favor. He didn’t have to protect me that day, but He did. And here I am.
And, so, you must forgive me if I can’t help but become contemplative when September rolls around. These were, are, huge events in my life. Like a wedding anniversary where you find yourself reminiscing over each moment of that day, I find myself ruminating over the events of those days and the implications of what took place. But, whether somethings in the air, or it’s my age, or maybe it’s menopause (It seems everything can get blamed on menopause now!), for some reason, my thoughts seem to be even deeper and heavier than years past.
But, let me rephrase that. I say my thoughts – plural – but, it’s really only one thought. One thought that will not leave me alone. One question. One question that will give me no peace until it is answered and answered well.
I look at those two years back to back. First the car accident. Almost exactly a year later, my surgery. In whirlwind fashion God turned my life on its ear! This is what you think your life is Ronnie? Guess again! I’m giving you a whole new life! What’s more I’m going to work it in such an amazing way that I’m going to leave your jaw dropping on the floor!
And that’s just what He did.
But, now 3 & 4 years later, I’m examining myself – my life – the way I’m choosing to live with what He’s given me… how I’m spending my days… how I’m using my time… how I’m using/valuing my relationships. And I have to ask myself – Is this what He saved me for?
Did He save me for just the day-to-day? To sit in front of a computer? A TV? To get irritated over the slightest offense at people I say I love – I KNOW HE loves – and I easily could never have seen again?
Don’t misunderstand me. There’s nothing wrong with living a day-to-day life. God doesn’t call us all to a stage. But, does that mean an “ordinary” existence? Is that what God called me to? Is that what He called any of us to? I don’t think so. Look at what the He says in the book of John –
” The thief comes only in order to steal and kill and destroy. I came that they may have and enjoy life, and have it in abundance [to the full, till it overflows].” – John 10: 10-12 (AMP)
(I love the amplified Bible, but the KJV and the NIV also say “abundance”)
It doesn’t matter what you “do” or what you “are”, but it does matter whose you are. If you’re a child of God, you’re not – I’m not – called to an “ordinary” life, but a life of abundance that overflows.
And, again, I ask myself…am I living up to what He saved me for? Am I making the most of my time? My relationships? Cherishing the moments and people around me? Or has so much time past since those momentous turning points in my life that I’ve forgotten their value?
I think of the children of Israel – miraculously saved from slavery in Egypt. Witnessed the phenomenon of the parting of the red sea, the guiding of the cloud by day, manna from Heaven and, yet, what did they do? Murmured. Complained.
My mind races with the abundance of phenomenon I have seen God work in my life… Have I been praising Him? Have I been joyful in my journey? Or have I only complained about the manna?
I am so thankful for September. My month of life renewal.
I laugh at myself, as my ridiculous head filled with songs of my youth hears the echoes of Earth, Wind and Fire,
Ba de ya, dancing in September
Ba de ya, never was a cloudy day”