Live Sent


A couple of days ago my friend Bobbie Sue, a woman who struggles to feed her four children, to keep a roof over their head came to me desperate. They were evicted from their home, because for the fourth time in four months she had been unable to pay their rent. As I looked at the children all under the age of seven, wild eyes, filthy clothes, and hungry stomachs I will admit I judged her. The dead bolt squeezed the knob as if to say, “Don’t come back!” and I judged her. We’ve been providing the family with food, clothing, and money for a while now. Why were they still wallowing in this place?

But as she breathed the words, “If you hadn’t come; if I didn’t know Jesus, I would really be a mess right now,” my judgment turned to sorrow.

I am reminded of one thing.

Jesus meets us right where we are, right there in parking lots filled with noise and trash. He meets us in between dead bolt locks, starving bellies, and eviction notices and asks us to touch his nail scarred hands. Like with Thomas dulled by doubt, Jesus takes our hand and traces it over pierced places, so we know it’s really Him. He reassures me and her that it’s okay if we have scars too because they will always draw us back to Him.

I can speak from a mess of my own. I am no stranger to crawling from the dump, the mud, and mire into the arms of a Savior. I’m a woman who falls to her knees grabbing for His feet, reaching for a touch of His cloak, and thankful for the wash of His cleansing flood.

I don’t always understand eviction notices and hungry children. If it were up to me there would be no such things. But I’m not God, and I don’t hold everyone’s individual plans in my hands. What I do understand is that I can crawl into the Master’s lap, myopic views and all, for as long as it takes ~ until the understanding comes.

Suddenly fog lifts.

I look over black top and see only redemption. I see Jesus making wine out of water. I see Him making thorn bushes into juniper trees (see Is. 55:13). I see Him filling cracks and fissures with His blood. I see traumatized people that struggle but have unexplainable peace. I see once-spiritually-starved people growing in a merciful, healing Father. I see lives changed and eternities re-written. I see His abundance in souls that lack.

I don’t know why He chose me to witness all of this. Maybe it’s so I’ll know Him as the lifter of my head and the satisfier of my soul~ so earth never becomes everything I need.

My Father’s voice is almost audible, “I have entrusted you with much and I have demanded of you much. But only with me will your life bear much.

So keep living sent…

Just like a letter…

Penned by my hand…

Soaked with my message and…

Stamped “saved” by my grace.”

You will go out in joy
and be led forth in peace;
the mountains and hills
will burst into song before you,
and all the trees of the field
will clap their hands.
Instead of the thornbush will grow the juniper,
and instead of briers the myrtle will grow.
This will be for the Lord’s renown,
for an everlasting sign,
that will endure forever,” (Isaiah 55:12-13).


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So beautiful… love how He uses you… I’m grateful to be a witness to His work through you. I like this… “Maybe it’s so I’ll know Him as the lifter of my head and the satisfier of my soul~ so earth never becomes everything I need.” I’m sure that’s just what it is! Love you…

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Beautiful post, Kelli. Your words touch my heart.
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Just this: it’s okay if we have scars too. Beautiful picture of redemption. Thanks for sharing!
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