I love the way God adds and updates the blog of our lives.
There is always more to be written when He is the author.
Case in point....
I recently told u the story of my "Foul Encounter"(see August 1,2012 post) at a Greenville Drive baseball game.
And while that ball wreaked havoc on me that night, its impact didn't stop there.
You see, because my family found my victory that night so funny, and I so monumental(lol), the baseball found a home on the display in the middle of our dining room table.
And there it stayed, quickly fading into my background...just part of the jumbled scenery that often overtakes this extremely multipurpose room, not to mention my life.
Until one day I was dusting(a rarity I admit), and something caught my eye.
There was something on the ball.
Confused, I grabbed up the ball for closer inspection.
It was an autograph!
And a familiar one at that: my Daddy's!
What in the world? I thought. He hadn't been there with us that night it all went down....how did...???
But then it came to me.
About five or so days prior, my mom and dad had come to visit.
So I picked up the phone and called Daddy, who had a good belly laugh at how long it had taken me to even see that His name was written on this ever important, prominently displayed baseball!
And so it is with my Heavenly Daddy's autograph.
I so frequently and easily forget that His autograph is all over my life!
I take credit for feats that were HIS strength, HIS power and HIS sovereignty at work in my life.
I even have the audacity to claim He was absent in my times of chaos- like I did my earthly dad.
You see, that crazy night at Fluor Field, my earthly daddy may not have been physically present, but he WAS there:
HE was the one who taught me how to catch a ball,
keep my eye on the ball,
all of which brought about that "victory" and the prize I claimed as my own.
My daddy had every right to autograph that baseball...because the fact that it was in my possession all pointed back to him.
Yes, my Heavenly Daddy is always there.
In every feat, in every endeavor, in every step I take...He is there...His fingerprints evident all over my life...whether I choose to recognize it or not.
Too often I allow that truth to fade into the background of my life.
In my selfishness and pride, I display the evidences of God's grace for my own glory instead of His.
I must CHOOSE to see.
I must CHOOSE to recognize the ink of my Creator's pen all over every piece and part of my life.
Because even in missteps, even in the mistakes, it's His redemption that has brought me through.
And in the victories, I cannot forget that it is my identity in Christ that secures those mountain top moments, NOT my skill or my strength.
It's His rescuing grace that has kept this life novel going and growing.
It isn't me.
He is the author of my story.
Daddy, autograph this life...it is Yours.
"Let us fix our eyes on Jesus, the author and perfecter of our faith, who for the joy set before him endured the cross, scorning its shame, and sat down at the right hand of the throne of God."