Tonight I entered into a journey with a group of men hungry for the Lord. A group of guys who don’t know each other all that well, some better than others, but all with one purpose, to read through the Word of God and see what He will do with that.
First and foremost I am humbled by the fact that I have never even attempted to do this before. Why? Because I have always been too scared of failure, not shockingly, isn’t that what the game of baseball that I love and seek is, a game of failure? Just hits me in the face to think that I have never stepped out and even attempted this before. Anyways, tonight was the first night that I will be journaling about my reading. I don’t intend on “blogging” it every night, because this is between God and I, but like I said when I started blogging, I want people to know, they need to know, because we are to live in community.
I cant hide anything from God, so why try or even think about hiding something from the people I see every day?
Tonight something hit me while I was reading and that is what I want to share. In Genesis 1:1 we get the history of how God created the heavens and the earth and all that was in it and of it. As I was reading the same string of words appeared after God completed a task, “and He saw that it was good”. Of course it was, we know that, He’s perfect.
Here’s the thing, and this may convict you and hit you like it did me tonight. God created me, it says I was made in HIS likeness. So at the end of the day, when God looks at me, Austin Cantwell, does He see that I am good? Do my actions, my words, my thoughts, my EVERYTHING, satisfy God? If it said, at the end of the day, God looked at Austin, and He saw that he was good?
Not convicted yet, well how about this. Ever played Mad Libs (I think that’s the game) where you fill in the blanks? Well before you go to bed, play this one: “God made you, and at the end of the day He saw I was ______”.
Kind of scary isn’t it when we think about the words that SHOULD fill that blank? Thankfully that isn’t the end of the story, or the ultimate end to our fate. But something to think about, night
Much Love
