Manna on the Ground: Day 19 of 31 Days. 

To begin at Day 1, click on the photo above.

I have never written so much in so little time, and published it immediately for public consumption.  This 31 Days experiment is something completely new to me.  Every day, I feel vulnerable and raw because I have to get up and put words down on paper and hope that they’re right because I don’t have much time to fix it before I send them out for all the world to read.

Of course, not all the world is reading, but that doesn’t matter because the most important people in the world to me are, and that’s the thing that leaves me feeling a little sick when the page is blank and the clock is ticking right through the early morning.

Because I forget sometimes that these words are not mine.  I forget how God has never failed to provide the words for what He has called me to write.  Still, I wake up, frantically searching to see if there will be manna on the ground today.

I wonder if God gets tired of proving Himself to me over things I should never doubt at all.  Because I sure get tired of doubting.   How many days does the manna have to fall before I trust Him?

By His grace, I have spent the last nineteen days dwelling on His lavish love of me, a love that covers a multitude of sins—including my faltering faith.  It is a love that is infinitely patient and altogether incomprehensible because it goes beyond pity to full and complete acceptance.  It is not just a love that saves us from death; it is a love that grants us richness of life.

Those words have rattled around in my soul for days and days before they spilled out onto the page, and I am grateful because I am slow to learn, and I easily forget.  He did not save me just so I would not die.  He saved me that I might live richly.

Why, then, am I willing to settle for the bare minimum when God longs for me to embrace the full inheritance He has laid out for me?  Perhaps, like Jewel, I am afraid.  Perhaps I feel unworthy.  Or perhaps, I have been in the kingdom so long, I have forgotten the details of my rescue and I actually think I can do it on my own.

That is not rich living.  That is bare survival.

Do you know, dear friends, how much your prince longs for you to have more than that?

As we continue with the story of Jewel and her all-gracious prince, I want you to reflect on just one question: Am I living richly in Christ?  Am I embracing the inheritance He has given me?

If you’re like me, the answer probably changes day by day, or even moment by moment.  My challenge to you, and to myself, is to ask why.  Why am I willing to settle for the minimum when God longs to give me everything?  Why do I clench my fists instead of grasping hold of His riches?  

Then, in those moments when you or I am about to walk out of His treasury with our hands empty, let’s remember the verse that started it all.  “His divine power has granted to us everything we need for life and godliness, through the true knowledge of Him who called us by His own glory and excellence.”

We do not have to go through life on empty.  We do not have to wonder if the manna will fall on the ground today.  We are the bride of Christ!

He has withheld nothing from us.

Please continue to follow along with the story, From Enemy to Heir.  You will see just how rich He longs for us to be.