I dug my heals into the ground and gripped the sides of the piano until my knuckles were white and my face was red. I pulled and then twisted and squirmed until the beast of an instrument finally budged a few inches. I was going to move this thing across the room in order to rearrange the living room for the Christmas season. Never mind the fact that it had taken four grown men to put the piano where it was, I had my mind set on getting this done today and, I was going to do it.
But it sure would be nice to have some help.
The rest of my family was busy doing their own thing and apparently they weren’t feeling the urgency or passion I was feeling about this particular project.
But I figured they’d see me working and realize I needed them to help.
I figured wrong.
I pushed and pulled that piano for quite awhile, taking breaks only to move the other pieces of furniture that were in my way. I had determined that I was going to do this, and if there’s one thing I am, it’s determined (though my husband may have another word for it.)
Just ask those who were in my high school youth group back in the day when we spent some time together on a lake where I wanted to learn to water ski. I had set my mind on the fact that I was going to get up on those skis and I tried over several days… a mere 54 times… before I got it. (Come to think of it, don’t mention this to my old youth group friends; I think they’re still trying to block it out from their memories. They spent a lot of time turning circles in a boat.)
Anyway, when I’m determined, I’m determined. And nothing, not even a dinosaur of a piano, is going to stop me.
“Do you guys not see that I’m doing this right now and could use a hand?!”
“A little help here?”
Of course, I didn’t actually say any of these things out loud because I figured that I didn’t need to. It was obvious by my groans and facial expressions that I needed help.
But turns out they weren’t paying attention. They didn’t notice what I was doing and they had no plans of joining me.
I had to swallow my pride (and try to stand up straight without wincing) and ask for their help.
Sure enough, they then joined me, and together we moved the furniture, piano included, with much more ease.
I’m not here to throw stones in regards to watching others work and not seeing a need and helping. In fact, I’m guilty of it too.
There have been times when I’ve stood leaning my arms on my mom’s kitchen counter chatting away about whatever is on my mind while she does an entire family gathering’s worth of dishes. I’m looking at her, but I’m not seeing the fact that I could easily grab a towel and help.
I’ve missed opportunities to join others in tasks more times than I could count.
But I’ve been thinking, how often do I miss joining in on what my Heavenly Father is doing?
I know from studying Scripture that God is working. He has a plan and purpose and He wishes to involve those who are willing.
It’s like He’s there waiting and thinking,
“Do you guys not see that I’m doing this right now and would use you too?!
“A little help here?”
Philippians 1:6 says,
…that he who began a good work in you will carry it on to completion until the day of Christ Jesus.”
And later in the same book of the Bible, Paul continues with this idea by saying in Philippians 2:13:
…for it is God who works in you to will and to act in order to fulfill his good purpose.
I see reasons to believe that God is working toward making me more like Him and I believe that according to Romans 8:28 that ALL that He does will ultimately glorify Himself and His Kingdom. It says,
“And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose.”
God is at work in my life and all around me.
• Have I noticed Him lately?
• How can I join Him?
• Have I prayed about what God wants me to do today to honor Him?
• Am I living in a way pleasing to Him to make sure I am striving to BE who He wants me to BE?
These are questions that I hope to consider more often in the coming year. I don’t want to be caught leaning on the counter watching others work when I could be rolling up my sleeves and grabbing a towel.
It’s not because God needs me or that He couldn’t get it done without me. On the contrary, anything I do outside of Him is nothing.
Lord, may you open the eyes of my heart this year so that I may SEE you. Give me the WISDOM to know how and where you want to use me. Grant me the HUMILITY to OBEY. Make me into the woman YOU desire me to be. May I bear FRUIT, not for my own benefit, but for your Kingdom. And to You be all GLORY now and forever. Amen.
Oh… and by the way, now that Christmas is over, who wants to come over and help me move the piano back?