At long last she was in her “glory”.
She had “hit” her stride so to speak.
Everyone seemed to hang on her every word
She had found her gift,
the gift of Speaking to others God’s word.
He had called and she had obeyed.
Give her a microphone and an audience and she was on fire.
Mesmerizing lectures, it was all was so glorious.
“Me” she thought…Look at me…
Wish my friends and enemies could see me now.
She began to see herself as the reason people came to listen
Too hear.
She became her own idol.
She had “hit” her stride so to speak.
Everyone seemed to hang on her every word
She had found her gift,
the gift of Speaking to others God’s word.
He had called and she had obeyed.
Give her a microphone and an audience and she was on fire.
Mesmerizing lectures, it was all was so glorious.
“Me” she thought…Look at me…
Wish my friends and enemies could see me now.
She began to see herself as the reason people came to listen
Too hear.
She became her own idol.
Oh yes….she modestly hung her head and accepted the words of praise…
She was now accomplished in proper humility,
She would repeat over and over, God is just using me…
These are His words.
But she knew… she didn’t really believe that.
They were a team….Like Oscar and Hammerstein.
She and God in perfect harmony.
Playing the perfect Sonata.
And then one day
The music stopped
.
It was all taken away.
Why?
Sickened…What would she do
She had become Her own idol.
She had become a drug to herself
Addicted…To herself..
She fed on herself
Her own opium….
And where was God
She had traded Him for herself.
Anger ensued
Fear erupted
What would she do
How would live
How would live
Without the Daily dose of herself….
She would rather die than return to
Her old self, a nobody, an invisible soul.
She became angry with God who had gifted her
Jonah 4
9 But God said to Jonah, “Do you do well to be angry for the plant?” And he said, “Yes, I do well to be angry, angry enough to die.” 10 And the LORD said, “You pity the plant, for which you did not labor, nor did you make it grow, which came into being in a night and perished in a night.
9 But God said to Jonah, “Do you do well to be angry for the plant?” And he said, “Yes, I do well to be angry, angry enough to die.” 10 And the LORD said, “You pity the plant, for which you did not labor, nor did you make it grow, which came into being in a night and perished in a night.
She showed more concern for her loss
Than being thankful for the gift God
Had blessed her with.
She was angry God had taken away her gift.
She like Jonah wanted to die.
She like Jonah never understood .
Her pity was for herself.
And there God left her.
