Day 643: Lost Cause

It’s not easy being a blogger.

As in, it’s way more difficult than being a book author.

(Not that I’ve ever actually BEEN a book author…)

But, like, when I get an idea or have some kind of “epiphany” or something that needs to be shared, it can be… daunting… to put it out there. I mean, blogging is so frequent, so raw, so (often) poorly edited, and so immediate. There’s very rarely time for me to let something on my mind sit and… marinate. Sometimes I just… don’t write anything for fear that I won’t do it justice.

And I’ve been sorta playing that game with today’s post.

I’ve written it, like, at least five times.

You see, this past Sunday my Sunday School teacher, whose first name I often have to conjure because he’s just known as “Tippit” in my house now (it’s his last name, so no need to scramble to look up an allusion or anything fancy like that) decided to rock my spiritual, mental, and emotional world AGAIN with his lesson. And you know what, actually, it wasn’t even his entire lesson. It was, yet again (like on Day 622: When A Man Cries), with a phrase that just… well… it just melted me.

Like, I mean we are talking the kind of melting that happens when Dorothy pours water all over the Wicked Witch (cue the YouTube vid… only I’m not really wicked nor do I have a long crookedy green nose… nor did I actually, literally, ya know… melt). But any sort of facade that I had built just… melted within seconds.

And it was, yet again, not necessarily something that was some kind of new earth shattering theology or theory, but it was just the words that my heart needed at this point in my journey. My bumpy, messy, is-this-ever-gonna-really-work journey.

He said…

You are not a lost cause.

You Are Not A Lost Cause all things new

And seriously, I folded over in tears. I tried to hide it by letting my hair hang over my face and writing down his quote feverishly in my little notebook, but I was in communion with God at that moment.

Cause those words… they weren’t Tippit’s words.

Those were God’s words. Right to my heart.

I mean… you know, like in the movies when someone gets stabbed or whatever and they have that shocked-I-totally-wasn’t-expecting-that-to-happen kind of face. That was me.

But instead it was God reaching inside of me and ripping out my hopelessness.

I am not a lost cause.

YOU are not a lost cause.

Cause you know why?

He is making everything NEW. Revelation 21:5

Yes, even our messed up, wrecked up, what the heck is up with this… lives.

He is working out a plan… a good plan… a good work… in us and He is going to CONTINUE that work until it is complete.

You Are Not A Lost Cause began a good work

Which meeeeeeeans, you are not a lost cause. It’s. not. OVER.

Whatever “failures” you feel you might have endured. No matter how many times you mess up and mess up and mess up… you are just not DONE yet. And that, my friends, is the biggest cure for hopelessness that I have ever experienced. I might be at the bottom of the barrel today… rock bottom. I might be swimming in a ginormous vat of chocolate and eating all of it. I might be just like the dog that returns to his vomit.

Terrible.
Horrible.
Gross.
Shameful.

But I am still NOT a lost cause.

Know why?

I am HIS cause.

You Are Not A Lost Cause You are HIS cause