God’s Plan

Have you been watching any Hallmark Christmas movies this season? I do not spend a lot of time watching television or movies, but I’d likely be a little embarrassed to admit how many of these flicks I’ve watched over the last couple years. My husband thinks the shows are ridiculous, my brother claims they are way too predictable, and my kids say the movies always end with a beautiful snowfall and a couple falling in love. Honestly, I don’t really care if they are predictable, they are good clean entertainment and simple to follow.

Life isn’t always as predictable as these ninety minute Christmas stories. When I was a teenager, I decided I would go to college to be an architect, settle in a big city, help people build their dream homes and eventually start my family. It was a picture perfect vision of what my future would look like and yet through a series of events, my life turned out very differently than I had planned. I actually found myself engaged before I even started college. Never in a million years did I anticipate marrying a guy who loved to farm or living in rural Rock County. Fast-forward twenty five years and there is not one part of God’s plan for my life I would trade for my own ideas.

God has had a plan to redeem His people from the very beginning of time and we read about that plan throughout the pages of scripture. Several hundred years before Jesus was born, the prophet Isaiah shared a prophecy – or a prediction – to the people of Israel. It was a powerful message of both judgement and hope. Isaiah warned the people to repent of their ways because the Prince of Peace was coming and He would sit on David’s throne and over his kingdom. (Isaiah 9:6-7) It took Isaiah’s words about 400 years to happen, but when they did, the people missed it. While they had cried out for a Messiah, the events that took place when Jesus was born were so far from what the people thought would happen many refused to believe He was indeed the Messiah. As Jesus grew and began His ministry the people knew He was special, but many remained puzzled if He really was the Messiah. We read in the book of Matthew Jesus asking the disciples “Who do people say the Son of Man is?” (16:13) They reply with a variety of answers, and then Jesus focuses in on Peter and asks, “What about you? Who do you say I am?” (vs.15) Peter knew exactly who Jesus was because as he had been intimately following his Teacher. God revealed Jesus’ true identity to Peter and his answer was, “You are the Messiah, the Son of the living God.” (vs.16) Peter knew his life had forever been changed and his days of tangled fishing nets were but a distant memory.

While I would never compare a silly Hallmark Christmas movie to God’s great love story in the Bible, we too know how His story of redemption ends. One day Jesus will come to this sin-filled world again and rescue His people from darkness. His entrance to this world will look different than the first time and, once again, the arrival time is only known by the Father. While on earth, Jesus instructed us to “keep watch, because you do not know on what day your Lord will come.” (Matt. 24:42).

Advent is a time we not only look back at His birth, but forward to His second coming with great anticipation. It is also a season to ask ourselves if we are keeping watch. Are we spending time in the scriptures and with our Father to know our Savior like Peter did? No matter how troubled our situation or how evil the world becomes, we must continue to be God’s faithful people who hope for His return and not complacently wait for the ending to take place or we will miss it just like many of the people did all those years ago.

Becky Ossefoort

 


Waiting…

What stirs up in you when you hear the phrase “wait patiently”? Life is full of instances where we are called to wait. When we are single, we wait for that special someone to enter our lives. Eventually we get engaged, and wait for the wedding. In time, many couples decide to start a family and again there is a period of waiting. For some the news will come quickly, others it takes an extended time of waiting to make the big announcement to their family and friends. For others, they wait patiently only to realize what they are waiting for may never happen as planned. Some couples seek fertility treatments and wait to see if those will work; while other couples seek adoption – and once again…wait.

Recently Josh and I have been invited to share in the waiting period of a possible adoption. No, we aren’t adopting, but a couple whom we love dearly hope to. They have been waiting to start their family and it would seem as though God has a bit of a different path for them than they originally thought. So we are now waiting with them for the sweet, little blessing God already has picked out for them (and us) to love. During a meeting with the social worker, we discussed what the process will look like for both the couple and the child. I’ve always thought of the adoption process as being a waiting period for the parents-to-be. But in our conversation, I realized this is just as much a waiting period for the child whose greatest desire is to be loved by a family of their own.

Have you ever been in a season of waiting? I’m sure we’ve all experienced this at one time or another. It can tug at our heart and mind; it can be exciting, but it can also be very painful. The other day I was reminded of a quote I had heard a while back about waiting. I’m not sure of the original author, but it goes like this: “The work God does within us while we wait is just as important as whatever it is we’re waiting for.” Similarly, we are reminded of this in scripture. Romans 5:3-5 says, “We can rejoice, too, when we run into problems and trials, for we know that they help us develop endurance. And endurance develops strength of character, and character strengthens our confident hope of salvation.And this hope will not lead to disappointment. For we know how dearly God loves us, because he has given us the Holy Spirit to fill our hearts with his love.” (NLT)

When I reflect on my life I can think of several situations when I wanted God to take the difficult time away and fix it. Yet, in reality I would never give up any of those trails, simply because they have formed and shaped me into who I am today. Yes, some of them were hurtful; no, I do not care to experience the pain again – but I am thankful for each experience. I guess in some ways I have learned to simply remember some of my past a little differently because of the joy I have found in the outcome of my waiting.

This week many of us will sit around a table with family and friends and enjoy a traditional Thanksgiving meal. Some families will go around the table and share what they are most thankful for this year. There are likely a few individuals who will struggle with what they are thankful for. Others will simply say a prayer of blessing and carve the turkey. Whatever the case is for your family, may it be so of each of us that we not only find ourselves grateful for the bountiful blessings of this life, but also for the good work God has done within us while we are waiting.

Becky Ossefoort

 

 


Protective Gear

This past week I was sitting with some moms at a junior high football game. While enjoying the game we commented how we cringe each time our child gets tackled, fearing for their wellbeing. Apparently it’s not only me who finds it hard to sit on the sideline and watch your child get jumped on! I was enjoying the company around me and the action in front of me as we watched the game together. Often times, during a game, I lose track of Austin in the sea of white helmets on the field, and this one was no different. Following one of the plays, a player remained on the ground after everyone else had stood up. The player rolled around in the grass a bit and appeared to be in pain. About the time he got to his knees, my heart sank realizing it was my little boy who was injured. After a quick chat with the coach, Austin walked over to the huddle for the next play. I could sense he was hurting. (Moms just know these things.) Sure enough, a few plays later he was along the sideline removing his jersey and pads. All I wanted to do was run down and hug him, but knew he would be mortified if mommy ran to his side. After the game and a trip to the school’s athletic trainer, the injury to his side was determined to be bruised ribs. The trainer advised he wear rib pads and recommended he not overdo it at practice the next day. Just a couple days later, with rib pads in place, he was back on the field running, jumping, and tackling as though nothing had happened.

As parents, we want to do whatever we can to protect our children from harm. We purchase mouth guards to prevent harm to their teeth while playing sports. Baseball players must wear helmets to shield their heads when running the bases. In hockey we wouldn’t think twice about putting the goalie in front of the net without the proper pads and protective gear. We buy the safest car seat when they are little and refuse to put the car in gear until all seatbelts are buckled as they are able to do it on their own.

It makes me wonder if we are as protective of our children’s spiritual lives as we are their physical lives. Do we put as much care into helping them know their Savior as we do caring for them while playing sports or driving down the highway? We cram our schedules full of opportunities for our children to participate in –which are all good – but are we scheduling time to sit and intentionally read God’s Word as a family? Sure we take them to church on Sunday mornings, attend Sunday School each week, and wouldn’t think of missing a midweek class, but are they the only three hours a week our children are digging into the scriptures?

These questions are not meant to shame anyone, rather only help us each examine our discipleship process at home. God has entrusted us as parents with our children with the instructions to be their primary teachers of who God is. The Bible says, “All Scripture is God-breathed and is useful for teaching, rebuking, correcting and training in righteousness, so that the servant of God may be thoroughly equipped for every good work.” 2 Timothy 3:16-17. When we raise our children to not only know who God is, but be in a relationship with Him, we are providing the greatest protection available. His Word becomes our safeguard against false teaching and our source of guidance for how we are to live for a lifetime of protection.

Becky Ossefoort

 


Work At It With All Your Heart

A few years ago a friend had an old Snapper lawn mower to get rid of. While the mower still ran, it was not the ideal machine to keep his lawn well-manicured. I told him he could put it on our iron pile, which was scheduled to be picked up by the local scrap man. A couple days later the man brought the mower and set it next to the pile for disposal. Upon his departure, my boys spotted wheels and a motor and immediately asked Josh if the mower ran. Their eyes lit up the moment the engine turned over. Grabbing the wheel, they moseyed around the yard for days, thinking they had just won the lottery. Well, until Josh used it to mow through some tall grass out back. That was it – the motor blew up. Boom! Done…

Josh saw a project and an opportunity to show the boys his mechanic skills so off to town they went for parts. After the local parts man estimated it would cost several hundred dollars to fix the old Snapper, the boys admitted defeat and assumed their days of cruising were over. That was until the gentleman behind the counter offered them a deal they couldn’t refuse. After a short conversation and a very minimal exchange of cash, the boys updated their rig by about fifteen years.

Over the last couple years, the boys have put a lot of hours into their little lawn mower. They’ve built accessories like a trailer for chores, a front blade to push snow; they have even rigged up a sprayer for the lawn. Best of all they get along while working together! Watching them sit side-by-side on the small seat in perfect harmony as they drive across the yard is really pretty priceless. Other than the copious amounts of fuel they have burned, perhaps the most notable alteration to the old mower is the one inch straight pipe they poked out the top of the hood. I say most notable because of the extreme noise it creates. They can be across the property behind the barn, and I still know right where they are when I’m sitting in my living room – on the other side of the house and property!

Sadly, this spring they took the transmission out of their beloved toy. Josh looked into a new transmission with the agreement that AJ would have to do the work to fix it. Josh (and Evan) watched over his shoulder and gave him instruction, but for the most part, AJ made the necessary repairs and the old girl is purring like a kitten – or perhaps I should say roaring like a lion.  Recently at the supper table I heard the latest idea. And while I do not understand exactly what a 1:1 pulley is, I do know it likely has something to do with speed or power.

Whatever the case, it has been a joy watching AJ tinker and learn while putting all his efforts into this simple machine. While I was watching him tune his toy the other day scripture from Colossians popped in my head and it caused me to smile. “Whatever you do, work at it with all your heart, as working for the Lord, not for human masters.” (Colossians 3:23)

Monday we will celebrate Labor Day. For many it is a day off from their jobs, others it’s time and a half pay while they continue with their work. And whether your labors are about preparing for the fall harvest or waiting for the school bell to ring, may it be so of each of us that we go about all our duties with joy and excitement as though each responsibility is an act of worship presented to our Father in Heaven.

Have a blessed week!

Becky Ossefoort

 


Sheltered

Just outside of our house we have a very large tree next to our sidewalk. The trunk of the tree is massive and I am certain it would take more than two grown men to wrap their arms around the base. It is the ideal tree to climb and offers an incredible amount of shade from the hot summer sun. Each year’s new growth makes the branches heavy and by July we have what feels like a secret little room over our patio.

During the summer months you can find me there reading my morning devotions while sipping a cup of coffee, sharing a meal with my family, or just relaxing with my feet up. I try to spend as much time as possible there and the space has turned into a bit of a sanctuary for me. God and I have had some pretty amazing conversations beneath this tree. Prayers of praise and thanksgiving have been uttered beneath the thick canopy, as well as words matched with tears and frustrations. At times His voice seems loud and clear and other times nearly silent, but I always sense Him near while I am there.

A couple weeks ago I was sitting beneath the lush, green leaves in my chair when it started to rain. I could see the drops hit the yard all around me, yet I did not feel even the tiniest sprinkle. The thick canopy of leaves was sheltering me from the drizzling shower and I felt completely surrounded by His goodness. The few weeks leading up to this point had been a time of loaded schedules and what felt like enormous tasks. I was tired, worn out and ready for a break. As I sat there and watched the rain drops hit the green grass in the distance, I sensed God’s presence and I suddenly felt a calm fall over every part of me. In the stillness of the moment, I was overcome by words Moses gave Joshua, “The Lord himself goes before you and will be with you; he will never leave you nor forsake you. Do not be afraid; do not be discouraged.” (Deut. 31:8) And in that instant, I knew all the trials and uncertainties I had been fretting about were already being dealt with by my Creator.

As I continued to sit in my tranquil little spot, in my mind I listed off some of the many promises God has given us. While I recalled them one by one, the turmoil within my soul shifted and I could sense God’s gift of peace and rest within. And so for my friend reading this today who is experiencing heartache, trial, and sadness – are you holding close to His promises? He put them in His Word so you can lean on them and find strength and hope. God is with you even in the hardest of times. He never leaves you unattended and is walking with you every step of the way. Remember, not only does He join you in the present; He is already ahead of you handling your difficulties for the good of your future.

Standing on His Promises,

Becky Ossefoort

Here are a few scriptures to help get you started: Exodus 14:14; Psalm 46:1; Jeremiah 29:11; 1 John 1:9; Romans 8:38-30; Isaiah 41:10; Isaiah 43:2; Philippians 4:19; Psalm 23

 


Legacy

I was one of the lucky kids who grew up in the same community as all of her grandparents. There were many hugs, treats, and so many fun times together as I ponder the memories of growing up. Each Sunday we would visit one side of the family or the other for afternoon coffee. I’d play with my cousins, and run around the family farms exploring all they had to offer. After Grandpa and Grandma Stoel moved to town, my siblings and I would walk to their house after catechism and Sunday School to get our fix of molasses cookies and “Grandma’s Nectar” (a.k.a. juice). Grandma, with an incredible gift of hospitality, was always preparing something sweet to serve her guests. Just thinking about it makes me crave my favorite treats she made with love.

Grandparents are special people and each of mine hold a very special place in my heart. I was well into my thirties when I lost my first grandparent and my own three children have been fortunate to know seven of their eight great-grandparents. Last week Saturday evening I received news my Grandpa Stoel had passed away. Sudden, yes; but it was evident his nearly ninety year old body was failing in recent weeks, so not completely unexpected.

Each of my sweet, loving grandparents has left a mark on my life. They leave a legacy of many children, grandchildren, and great-grandchildren. However, something even more incredible than 37 great-grandchildren under the age of 17, is the legacy of faith they have left with each of us. Each of my grandparents carefully helped my parents raise me to know my Creator. Not a meal went by without teaching me who had ultimately provided us with it; not a day passed without thanking God for another day on this earth; and not a prayer of blessing was missed for each of the tiny children they held in their arms.

The scripture Grandpa chose for his funeral is found in 2 Timothy chapter 2 verse 3. “Join with me in suffering, like a good soldier of Christ Jesus.” At first I found it to be an odd selection, but after reading it and the verses surrounding it again, it summed up all that he was for in this life rather well. When Paul wrote this letter he was challenging Timothy to continue to spread the Gospel of Christ at all cost. Timothy would need to have discipline, train hard and endure all things for the sake of letting all know of the Savior.

My Grandpa knew his Savior and with each day he set out to instill in his children (and his children’s children) right from wrong, teach them of Jesus, and make sure they knew the many promises the Lord has given each of us. Together my grandparents endured the pain of losing a son in a tragic accident, and both were challenged with a few health ordeals over the years. Though Grandpa was perhaps a bit rough around the edges at times, the quiet and gentle whisper of his Savior was spoken through words and actions, and a reflection of his faith was found in the things he stood firmly for.

Hebrews 12:1 says “Therefore, since we are surrounded by such a great cloud of witnesses, let us throw off everything that hinders and the sin that so easily entangles. And let us run with perseverance the race marked out for us.” I thank God for all witnesses of my faith; both those tucked in the Bible and those I’ve been blessed with in my lifetime here on earth.

So as I reflect on the many memories of my Grandpa, I am left with the thought of what will my legacy look like when I am laid to rest one day. We each have one to leave, after all, and ultimately only we can determine if it points in the direction of our Savior.

Becky Ossefoort

 


Curve Ball

When spring finally arrived this year, you could find AJ at the ball diamond. He loves to play baseball and enjoys time spent with his friends while tossing the ball around. Over the years it has been fun to watch him develop his skills and grow his knowledge of the game. AJ plays with a smile on his face even when mistakes are made and we often see his cute, little dimples from the stands after a well-executed play – all the way from the outfield! He and his teammates encourage one another and brush off their frustrations well. Win or lose, when the game is over, they are all the best of buds. I may be biased, but it is a joy to watch those boys play together!

Over the years, each player has found their position on the field. AJ most often finds himself in center field or on the pitching mound. When he is in the outfield it never ceases to amaze me how quick he is to get into position and nab a ball out of the air, swiftly throwing it back to the infield. While I enjoy watching him throw pitches from the mound, it does make this mom a little nervous with each crack of the bat. I worry about that sweet little boy getting hurt by a line drive baseball to the shins or mouth. He thinks I am ridiculous and continues working on his technique anyway. A few weeks ago he came to me complaining of shoulder pain. He is not one to complain too quickly, so my mind immediately thought of all the terrible things it could be. After a visit to the school trainer, she recommended some rest and heat. Mom maybe overreacted a little bit. The instructions to rest left AJ a little bummed and disappointed he would not be able to give it his all at practice or during a game. After about a week, the coach had him back on the mound tossing strikes – with a big, bright smile on his face.

Does life ever get you down? It seems as though life throws a curve ball of sorts and suddenly you have been plunged into this sea of fear and uncertainty. To some degree, I believe we have all experienced this sudden sense of tragedy, doubt, and disappointment. It’s not an easy journey, nor is it much fun. The last few days I’ve heard of several people who have been left feeling hurt, discouraged or let down. The following was a part of my recent morning devotions and I’d like to share it with you as a source of love and encouragement.

“The Cure for Disappointment” from He Still Moves Stones:

“Come and see what God has done, the amazing things he has done for people.” Psalm 66:5

We need to hear that God is still in control. We need to hear that it’s not over until he says so. We need to hear that life’s mishaps and tragedies are not a reason to bail out. They are simply a reason to sit tight.

Corrie ten Boom used to say, “When the train goes through a tunnel and the world gets dark, do you jump out? Of course not. You sit still and trust the engineer to get your through”…

The way to deal with discouragement? The cure for disappointment? Go back and read the story of God. Read it again and again. Be reminded that you aren’t the first person to weep. And you aren’t the first person to be helped.

Read the story and remember, the story is yours!

“So let us rejoice because of what he did. He rules forever with his power.” Psalm 66:6b-7a

Becky Ossefoort

 


Adoration

Since becoming a mother I have experienced many emotions while watching my children grow up. I’m not sure one is ever completely prepared for any of those feelings as different situations arise. It sure would be nice to just box up time and keep our children little. Yet, that’s not the purpose God has for them, or us.

Just the other day in the school drop-off lane I experienced something new that left me speechless and perhaps a bit sad. Now, my son is growing up and would prefer I not give him a big kiss in the school parking lot, and I choose to respect that – most of the time. J As I was dropping him off at school I said “Have a great day. I love you!” I waited for a response as he stepped out of the car but there was none. Thinking he had not heard me, I repeated “I love you!” just a little louder than before. Just as I did, he  turned his head a bit and I noticed huge dimples and a smile on his face. Oh, he had heard me alright, but refused to verbally acknowledge what I had said. I was a bit surprised and even a little hurt when I realized my little boy is not so little anymore, and saying “I love you” to your mom is not so cool when your buddies are around. Little does he know the dimples and smile was just enough to avail my need for his affection that morning.

As I pondered what had happened, I felt a twinge of conviction as I drove away from the curb. I began to think about my relationship with my Creator, I wondered if I do the same thing to Him at times? How often do I withhold my sentiments of love, adoration and praise from Him? Does He experience the same emotions of hurt and sadness when I suppress my affection from Him?

One way I have found to show my adoration and love for the Father is to pray scriptures. There is really nothing like using God’s very own words to glorify Him. As I do so, I find myself aligned with His heart and full of praise for whom He is, not just what He does for me. Just this week as I was doing my morning devotions I found myself peering out the window, completely overcome by the beauty and variety of ways God is still creating. The newness of spring and the loveliness of the green grass, chirping of birds high in the trees, and bright green buds poking out their heads from branches grabbed my attention. I thought to myself, “Only my God can create so much beauty through one small window.” I flipped the pages in my Bible and allowed God’s words to help me praise and express my love for Him. I quickly found myself completely overwhelmed by His Sovereignty and love for all His creation.

So, even though my experience in the drop-off lane at school was a bit painful, I am thankful for it. The experience was a gentle reminder to examine how I speak my love to my Heavenly Father and to include more prayers of adoration and thanksgiving in my prayer time. Our lives are all busy, and our days are constantly filled with noise. But when we find a quiet place to pray and praise Him, we are able to connect and find ourselves drawn closer to Him. And when we choose to put ourselves and other distractions aside and spend time admiring Him from deep within our heart, it is amazing how He speaks.

What a Mighty God we serve!

Becky Ossefoort

 

 


Reckless Love

This week our family has been reflecting on the events of Holy Week. It has been interesting to hear the different pieces of the story each family member has connected with. For myself, I have been meditating on the love Jesus has for me that ultimately held him to the cross. At any moment He could have tapped out and said, “No more, I’m done. It’s her turn!” But He didn’t.

The song “Reckless Love” has been part of my daily worship and as I have sat listening and soaking in the words, my heart has become overwhelmed by the depth of His love for me. A few lines from the song are “I couldn’t earn it, and I don’t deserve it, still, You give Yourself away. Oh the overwhelming, never ending, reckless love of God.”

While working on Sunday School Curriculum, I ran into this story. It’s not a story found in the Bible, although I believe it’s a great way to help us understand what Jesus did for us and His incredible love. The story is called “Grandmother’s Needle.”

Tommy lived with his Grandmother. Tommy loved his grandmother and she loved him. But Tommy had a bad habit of stealing. Tommy’s Grandmother punished him again and again for stealing, but Tommy just couldn’t stop stealing.

One day, Tommy’s grandmother said, “Tommy, I love you too much to let you continue doing this. The next time you come home with things that do not belong to you, I am going to take one of these knitting needles and heat it in a real hot fire. I am going to burn your hand so badly that you will never forget it.”

Eventually, Tommy forgot what grandmother had said and started stealing again. He came home with pockets stuffed with things he had stolen. He tried to hide his stolen goods, but his grandmother caught him.

“Where did you get these things?” demanded Grandmother. Tommy refused to answer her. “Tell me, Tommy, where did you get these things?” Grandmother asked again. Still Tommy wouldn’t answer. “You have been stealing again,” said Grandmother. “You know what I told you. You know that I try to keep my word.” Grandmother got her metal knitting needle and put in into the fire. When it was red hot, she called Tommy to her and said, “Son, hold out your hand.”

Tommy was trembling as he held out his hand, but he knew that he had done wrong. He knew that he deserved to be punished. Grandmother paused a moment and said, “Son, I want you to see the seriousness of your stealing. You deserve this punishment, but I love you so much that I am going to take your punishment for you.” With that, Grandma dropped Tommy’s hand. She took the red-hot knitting needle, and burned her own hand very badly. Holding out her burned hand, she said, “Look at my hand, Tommy. This is what your stealing cost me.”

Tommy said, “That ended my stealing. I saw how much Grandmother loved me and I saw what my sin had cost her.”

And so I leave you with this image today as you peer into the empty tomb. I pray you feel the overwhelming, reckless love of God. His Son, Jesus, has made a full and complete payment for you. What a gift of love.

Overwhelmed by His love,

Becky Ossefoort

 


The King of Heaven Wants You

I was working on a project the other day with one of my children. We were moving along with our task together in perfect unity. As we were nearing completion I noticed I was getting pushed away little by little and the child was gaining more and more control. To add insult to injury, the phrase “I got it, Mom.” was uttered from his little mouth, as though I was not needed at all. While I probably was not the greatest asset for getting the tractor out of the shed, I certainly did not need to be reminded by an 8 year old! To be fair, I had never started or driven this particular machine so I was carefully assessing the situation only to have my pride left hurt and annoyed by being told he knew better than I did.

This little story problem of my life led me to think about how I treat my Heavenly Father while we are working on a task with one another. It’s a little hard to admit, but I have watched myself start in perfect harmony with Him, only to say “I’ll take it from here, Lord!” Who am I to tell the Creator of all things, I don’t need you anymore? Yet, I do…all too often. Oh how I struggle with wanting to be in control of where my life is going and the plans I have for myself. One would think God would become annoyed and hurt by my actions, like I was as I rode out of the shed with the 8 year old at the wheel. Yet He has never turned His back on me and is always near, making a way for me, with outstretched arms.

I do not know about you, but I can really struggle at times with full surrender. When I am faced with a challenge (both good and bad) I cannot help but wonder if God has thought about everything like I have – pathetic, right? When will I learn to fully trust His will and submit to the plans He has for my life?

The lyrics from the song “Control” by Tenth Avenue North have really been speaking to me the last few weeks. They remind me while I may not understand His way at all times, I still need to let go of my control and trust Him to lead me on the right path. A few of the lyrics go like this:

Here I am; All my intentions; All my obsessions; I want to lay them all down; In Your hands only your love is vital; Though I’m not entitled; Still You call me Your child

God You don’t need me; But somehow You want me; Oh, how You love me; Somehow that frees me; To take my hands off of my life; And the way it should go

God You don’t need me; But somehow You want me; Oh, how You love me; Somehow that frees me; To open my hands up; And give You control; I give You control

I’ve had plans shattered and broken; Things I have hoped in; Fall through my hands; You have plans to redeem and restore me; You’re behind and before me; Oh, help me believe

You want me; Somehow You want me; The King of Heaven wants me; So this world has lost its grip on me

God could easily do all things on His own, but He has invited me – invited you – to partner with Him to redeem and restore this broken world. It’s amazing He would want anything to do with us when I really think about it; after all, He is the one and only King of the universe. He does not need us to accomplish anything for Him, yet He comes down from His throne and meets us here in our messed up and broken lives. It is the most beautiful picture of love and friendship because there is absolutely nothing you need to do to earn His affection. So as you journey with Him here on this earth, remember He only wants one thing – all of you.

The King of Heaven wants you, my friend!

Becky Ossefoort