My mother-in-law called, to invite us over for spaghetti this Sunday, and we chatted about her hilarious baking soda story and about me coming home to all fire alarms going off. (Don’t worry, no fire.)
Then she asked about school. I told her about a 100 I wrote in the gradebook this afternoon. It felt like my 100.
And she told me, in a southern gentleness that melted like hot butter over my weary soul, God has you in that school for a reason.
(She doesn’t know that I worry, worry, worry about whether I’ll do God proud in that school.)
Then her voice preached to me:
God’s not gonna put you in a place and then not fulfill the purpose he has for you there.
Is that true?
Can I not mess up God’s plan? What if I have some failing moments and some didn’t-go-so-well days? Shoulda said this. Shouldn’ta said that.
Can I mess up God’s purpose for me then?
I suppose that’s putting a whole lot of the responsibility on me and only a mouse’s portion of responsibility on God.
It makes sense that God can plant us in a spot and then make us useful there, despite our failings. And somehow that truth sticks securely in my heart because it was spoken by a woman who touches lives everywhere she shows up. My mother-in-law loves the Lord, and she knows about these things.
Sometimes we plain ole’ forget that our lives will bear fruit.
‘Cause we’re only 2 millimeters away from Jesus.
“I am the vine, you are the branches; he who abides in me, and I in him, he bears much fruit; for apart from me you can do nothing.” (John 15:5 NASB)