I was thinking yesterday about having a poverty mentality. In the sense of limiting our options only to what we’ve known or experienced versus dreaming and reaching for what is really possible.
We can have a poverty mentality in several areas of our lives. One easy example is where we choose to live. We grew up being exposed to certain neighborhoods. We could unintentionally limit ourselves to only reaching for the best that we’ve known versus the best that is available out in this big world.
The stereotypical example that comes to mind, because I listen to a lot of music, are the rappers from crime-ridden neighborhoods who get a come-up and then crown themselves ghetto royalty. Subsequent songs then talk about everyone trying to take their success from them. Instead of enduring the discomfort required to face reality, extract themselves from toxic situations, and do the work required to surround themselves with people who challenge them to be their best selves.
By no means am I implying that it is easy. Even minding our own business with the best of intentions can be experienced by others as a threat. It is painful and takes courage to be the person to break rank. The one who challenges the status quo. Maybe even being a reluctant resigned leader. I think of Gideon. And Moses.
Some people are in our lives for a season or a reason. And there are different devils with new levels. A well-meaning person can be caught off guard and stay tripped up for awhile. Between two worlds. Having broken out of their shell but overgrown for the nest.
Fly. Fly, free bird. You were born for this. All of history has brought you to this moment. Whose mind will you confine yourself to? Others and your own? Or the limitless mind and love of Christ?
It feels like falling for awhile. The unknown. Seemingly alone. Not there yet. When will the new feel as real as the former? Nothing feels like home. Grounded only in Who loves you. Who sees what you can’t and keeps the ember alive deep inside: dreams that won’t die; no rest as long as they are arrested.
When you know better, you do better. You already know, but will you let yourself admit it? Once you know, you are responsible. Not for being perfect. But for at least fighting the good fight.
You are not an abandoned pauper. You are in the middle of a mission, if you choose to accept it. You fight FROM victory, not FOR victory. You are a very loved child of The King of Kings. The Great I AM. The One who spared no expense to make you His own.
Don’t turn back. Stand and still your soul in the extravagant love of your Creator and Savior. Tune into the celebration being sung in your spirit versus the unsettled screams of the situation; His character versus the circumstances.
Little loved one, this is not your battle, but the Lord’s. You are rich in Him. More than you know. Time will tell. This is not the end. Never give up.
Why do you say, O Jacob, and speak, O Israel: “My way is hidden from the Lord, and my just claim is passed over by my God”? Have you not known? Have you not heard? The everlasting God, the Lord, the Creator of the ends of the earth, neither faints nor is weary. His understanding is unsearchable. He gives power to the weak, and to those who have no might He increases strength. Even the youths shall faint and be weary, and the young men shall utterly fall, but those who wait on the Lord shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings like eagles, they shall run and not be weary, they shall walk and not faint.” (Isaiah 40)
Or what man is there among you who, if his son asks for bread, will give him a stone? Or if he asks for a fish, will he give him a serpent? If you then, being evil, know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more will your Father who is in heaven give good things to those who ask Him! (Matthew 7)