“What lies behind us and what lies before us are tiny matters compared to what lies within us.” – Ralph Waldo Emerson
“Forgetting what lies behind and straining forward to what lies ahead, I press on.” – Apostle Paul, Letter to Philippi
“If the Spirit of Him who raised Jesus from the dead dwells in you, He who raised Christ Jesus from the dead will also give life to your mortal bodies through His Spirit who dwells in you.” – Apostle Paul, Letter to Rome
Tiny, tiny, tiny. How quick I am to make vast that which is meant to be tiny. How prone I am to be so set on what is yet to come that I fail to develop that which is. How easy it is to remember, remember, remember what was, or fantasize over what will be.
I forget that pressing on means pressing in.
Pressing in to the crazy, risky desire to relentlessly surrender all that you are for all that He is. Right now. Today. In every moment with every breath.
It’s to believe that who He is inside of you is more than you could ever be alone. It’s to acknowledge the anointing of His Spirit on your beautiful life and then to expect that to mightily impact all that happens within you.
The promise spoken by the Spirit through Paul is paramount, profound, and beyond nature. That is, that our mortal bodies will receive life forever through the Spirit that dwells within us. What was was once subject to death shall now eternally exist.
But how quick we are to limit the power within! Keeping the Spirit cooped up in our hearts like a dormant disease. Liable to return, but only if stirred.
And heaven knows you aren’t dreaming big enough to stir the power that conquered the grave.
You could dwell in what lies behind. You could make your home in yesterday and never be evicted. You could repaint the walls and change the carpet. Fix it up real nice with photos of what was neatly nailed on every wall. Spend your life thinking of all you used to do, all you used to be. You could, you could, you could.
Or you could move into what lies ahead. You could spend all of your todays waiting for tomorrow, pushing away your current to-do list and dwelling instead inside the wonder of what will someday be. But you’ll have to take down your bird feeder, because in the midst of your waiting, you’ll forget to fill it up. And your welcome mat cannot stay, because your mind will never be present enough to receive the guests that pass your home slowly, hoping for an invitation inside. You could, you could, you could.
You could live in tiny matters.
But must you? Must you forget that yesterdays are lovely to visit, but never fit to live in? Must you forget that dreaming & hoping & wishing are beautiful practices, but meaningless when disconnected from this very moment?
As you develop the confidence to let go, may it breed it the desire to dig deep. To know that what you’ve been given for this day is holy. It’s timely. It’s for you right now. It’s enough.
Do you need someone to tell you?
You are brave. You are capable of fighting anything that comes your way. You’re going to be victorious, Beloved. You aren’t fighting alone. So rally up your troops and commit to fight together. Find your home team, your 2am-phone-call team, and get a game plan.
Promise to never obsess over tiny matters.
Promise to dig deep. Promise to fight, fight, fight for Truth when the army of lies comes to ransack your liberated heart. Promise to ask hard questions, and pray bold prayers, and eat an entire gallon of moose track ice cream on days when you waved your white flag long before lunch. Memorize that game plan and wake up every morning determined to see the Son shine. Resolve to reflect it like a full moon over the Atlantic and then get to it.