Siesta Fiesta: A Word on Inheritance

No doubt you girls have seen recaps of Siesta Mama’s message all over the place, but it would be neglectful, and lo even shameful, for me to post picture after picture of all the wonderful girls with whom I shared the weekend and not mention my Jesus who was the highlight of the whole thing.

Beth’s message was based on Psalm 16 and I can honestly say I will never read it the same way again. She spoke on boundaries and dwelling within the place God has portioned us. One idea that I’ve always been blown away by is the fact that I am God’s inheritance. That He is Mine and..what? I am His? That has always seemed like a pitiful exchange to me. I’ve always believed the only way God could ever be pleased with me as His portion was if I was lumped in with many, many others whose offerings were more significant than mine.

But, I can not ignore the entirety of Scripture which is full of God’s dealings with individuals. I can not forget that flawed David was the apple of His eye. That He stood near bold Paul in his moments of fear. That He spoke person-to-person with peasant girls and fisherman and kings. As God continues His work of preparing a plural people for His inheritance, we can never forget that people is made up of a singular you and me – each of us pieces that make up the collective treasure. And yet, mysteriously, if there was but one coin in the chest God would consider it just as valuable. I can barely take that in.

There is so much more I could say here but I have to be honest and tell you there are some things that God spoke to me that I want to hold and ponder in my own heart. Though I like to think I live my faith out in the open, there are some things that are tender, intimate and that I consider my personal, private treasures. He is mine, indeed. Fair trade or not…:)

I am reminded of one of my favorite songs. I hope these lyrics speak to your soul like they do mine.

Third Day
Magnificent Holy Father
I stand in awe of all I see
Of all the things You have created
But still You choose to think of me
Who am I that You should suffer
Your very life to set me free
The only thing that I can give You
Is the life You gave to me
This is my offering, dear Lord
This is my offering to You, God
And I will give You my life
For it’s all I have to give
Because You gave Your life for me
I stand before You at this altar
So many have given You more
I may not have much I can offer
Yet what I have is truly Yours
This is my offering……