Because, like her, I tend to think there's got to be more.
Eve had it all, right?! The perfect man. The perfect home. The exciting and tangible relationship with God. I'm sure her life was brimming with all things deemed Exciting and Fun and Fulfilling.
How could it not be when you're smack dab in the middle of God's perfect set-up for your life?!
But all it took was one smooth-talking snake to convince her (or was she already convinced in her own heart?) that God was holding out on her....
that the perfect life she knew wasn't truly perfect. that the fulfillment she felt actually wasn't the whole picture...
that to taste of what she didn't have would fulfill her more. to take a bite from fruit that didn't belong to her would be better than to enjoy the bounty that she did own.
When I read her story I admit, I shake my head and think:
"What a nitwit. There were probably a thousand other trees that she could have eaten from...and here she staked everything on moaning about what she couldn't have. Seriously woman, get a clue."
But then the Holy Spirit...the same one that loves and takes up for his bud Eve...points out to me that I have that same drive pulsing through my heart.
The drive that refuses to be satisfied, and instead screams out "Uh hello? Lord, you listening? 'cause I think I'd kind of like to have me some of what she's having. thankyouverymuch."
The drive that refuses to be satisfied, and instead screams out "Uh hello? Lord, you listening? 'cause I think I'd kind of like to have me some of what she's having. thankyouverymuch."
Totally disregarding the fact that the only thing different on "her" Life Buffet is the fish. And really, I'm not so sure I even like fish.
And so...like my ol' ancestor Eve, I shrivel up inside and convince myself that what I don't have is so much better than what I do.
This is where the Hosts of Heaven scream down a resounding "Get a clue woman!"
Because honestly? I happen to be in a season of life where I *know* that I am walking out God's tangible Goodness.
A season that He has been working overtime to bring about. a season where I can't find one bad thing about my life circumstances. a season where Jet and I are having unbelievable doors of Favor open to us. with essentially no work on our part.
A season that He has been working overtime to bring about. a season where I can't find one bad thing about my life circumstances. a season where Jet and I are having unbelievable doors of Favor open to us. with essentially no work on our part.
Yes. Life is good. ...No. that rather generic statement just won't cut it.... Life is brimming with extravagant goodness!!
But then the fallen woman in me sees something I like. something I admire. something I don't have and like my two year old, I stick out my lower lip and pout.
Man, she has such the cool blogsite! I wish I could invest time in mine like that. Boy, wouldn't that be great. I bet I could even set it up to make some money off of it. Yeah. If only, I had the time...
For real? Seriously, Christin?! A blogsite? For the love of Pete (whoever he is)...can you be anymore petty? (Okay, so unfortunately I think I probably could, but that's a different post)
You have to understand that God has opened HUGE doors to me. doors that make something like a blog and its design or popularity very very trite.
Yet.
I find myself inwardly sulking. or struggling against jealousy. or trying to figure out how I can schedule my (already limited) time to invest more in this blog.
Just go ahead and call me Professional Nitwit. I think I've earned the title.
And for the record, oh Cloud of Witnesses yelling at me from your strategic view point...I hear ya.
This is Eve's kid here, signing off. determined to Get A Clue.
