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The Best

It had been “one of those days.” Work had left me feeling exhausted and stressed. Severe weather had me and others on edge. In the rush of the day and the pouring rain, I had neglected to plan for supper. I was tired, cranky, and wanted to share my troubles with my family. After all, misery loves company. Company, however, doesn’t care for misery.

I was trying to pull together (or throw together) a meal, and in a moment of exasperation I laid my head in my hands and cried out to God. In selfishness. The conversation went something like this:

Me: Doesn’t anyone care about my stress and what’s going on with me?

God: I do.

Me: I know you care. But I spend so much time giving everyone my best. At what point does someone give me their best?

God: I already did. I gave you my Son.

OUCH.

In my selfishness, I wanted to mope and complain. I wanted to wallow in self-pity. I wanted to be heard and seen. Holy Spirit gave me a hard reality check. And a timely one.


For God so loved the world that He gave His one and only Son, that whoever believes in Him will be saved. John 3:16

As we move into Holy Week, God reminded me of His very best for me, you, and the whole world. Because of Jesus, we have already received everything good God can offer us. Salvation from sin and this corrupt world that leaves us tired, stressed and selfish.

Are you living in the best God has offered you? If not, turn away from the temporary things that don’t matter. Make an eternal decision to accept God’s best. And then give your best back to God.

© Jill Cook and Unbroken & Undone Ministries. All rights reserved.


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