Enveloped Scraps
When my three year old, Lily, goes to the bathroom she has started helping me get toilet paper. She pulls at the roll until she has her little hands grasped around many little scraps of toilet paper. She smiles so big and hands them over happy to help. I don't think I could even wipe off a dolls bottom with this multitude of pieces, but I'm warmed by her joy in helping. I envelop them in larger layers of the paper and then we get to it. She sees something she can attempt to do, does it, then happily gives over her work to me. Sometimes I feel like I need to have the nice, neat, folded life in action to hand to God. The right plan or method. I think it's all in what I'm giving to Him that makes it worth something, but it's not like that with our Father. He takes our attempts to help and He envelops them in His power and ability and gets to the task. His heart is warm towards His children and it isn't perfection He is desiring from us. It's is a trust that He can use what we give, all the flawed, messy, teeny tiny grabbed at scraps that some days feel like leftovers to me. We need to believe in His ability so that we have freedom to look around the place we live and work and see where we can help. Where we can use our weak hands and grab the pieces that we can, then hand them over to a God who is our Stronghold and who is able.