October 17th: Offer {like a tree_31days of writing challenge}

good fruit?

good fruit?

What we can produce,

the goods we got,

it’s a huge part of our society.

All the over-achievers out there know how this razor sharp double-edged sword can be your personal motivational life coach or an incessant wicked imp on your shoulder.

It is my personal opinion, that every single adult could benefit, at least once in their life, from personal counseling.  Be it personal, psychological, spiritual, marital.

Everybody comes to that point where we start to think about those big questions in life. It starts out over-large, abstract and distant at first. Maybe when we get drunk, or during times of extreme stress or loss. Then the questions circle in tighter and tighter circuits in our mind. Undaunted vultures.

The questions usually take the form of something along the lines of:

why am I here?

what am I doing?

what am I offering?

Performing, status, money, the material, institutions {including church, school, profession}, even our relationships, can’t provide the answer.

We are all so vastly different in how we walk out our life, yet so fundamentally anchored in the same way.

The question what can I offer?

It has the capacity to bend you down so low you can hear yourself start to splinter. It is important. It has been very healing for me to acknowledge that the answer is: nothing.  Not because I am devoid of value, but am free of preforming.The difference between value and preforming is monumental.

Stuffing down my personal feelings, pretending they are not there, like clutter shoved in a seldom used closet, so I can just proceed unhampered and do, is what I do. I bet it is what a lot of people do. It seems very adult and necessary. It feels affirming and Biblical even. At certain times it may even be the right thing to do, perhaps.

But living there, has got to affect our fruit.

The fruit of our lives.

If we, now alive and free in Christ, are to “be like a tree planted along the streams of living water, to produce good fruit in season”, then there has to be a cleaning out of the junk we have hidden in that seldom used closet. The sap has to be able to course through so you can hear clearly from God.

Jesus always used the phrase: those who have ears to hear.

He told the woman at the well that He offers living water that will cause the drinker to never thirst again. He adds this caveat however, and it is important:

 “It’s who you are and the way you live that count before God. Your worship must engage your spirit in the pursuit of truth. That’s the kind of people the Father is out looking for: those who are simply and honestly themselves before him in their worship. God is sheer being itself—Spirit. Those who worship him must do it out of their very being, their spirits, their true selves, in adoration.”

True selves, in their spirits.

We are who we really are, because God, who is called the great I AM, made us that way.

We have to see things clearly to hear clearly.

The only thing that is completely clear is the truth. Don’t look too long at yourself for the truth, because our flawed hearts always mar the message by getting lost in translation. Instead worship Him, which means to purposely align yourself, with Jesus. He described Himself as the way, the truth, the life. In exchange He offers you a pass. Pass on performing perfectly, understanding it all.

“Just be” He offers, “and let Me lead your life, and I will bring out in you good fruit for you to offer”.




31days of writing challenge.

Daily prompts given by the gang over at Five Minute Friday.

Click here to read my series from the beginning.


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