Read This, But Don't

It's not a waste if it's wasted on Jesus. I have been learning things from the Spirit that spin me into fiery speeches. They are ones with great stories that I wish to share with other women.

One speech, ironically, is that we don't always need platforms like blogs with a million followers or #1 TV shows to give God glory. (Ironic, right?) Much of life is in the simple quiet parts that only He sees. That much is for God, and God alone.

We know the age-old question, "If a tree falls in a forest, and no one is there to hear it..."

But...what if God is the only one that hears the tree or sees your spiritual life? What if God is the only one that sees your sacrifice? What if you lay your desire to be married, or for children, or a career, at His feet and no one sees or acknowledges that surrender but Him? What if you don't become the author or popular small group leader? "Would it be enough for me?" I ask.

Are we content to be seen only by God...to be appreciated only by God?

Yes and no.

The woman with the alabaster flask wasted her costly oil on Jesus. Was the question from onlookers not, "Why this waste?" Yet we know it was not spent foolishly. The ironic part is that Jesus then said her extravagance would be told wherever the gospel would be declared.

So, waste your alabaster flask, and keep your quiet life only for God...believing He will validate you. Know that He shall notice and He will lift you up in due time. Cast the anxiety of no recognition or validation upon Him for He cares for you.

Waste your life. Waste every last drop on the abiding walk with Him.

^"Assuredly, I say to you, wherever this gospel is preached in the whole world, what this woman has done will also be told as a memorial to her.”

--Matthew 26:13

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