My life or His Life?

My life or His?

Part of this understanding of being a new creation involves my life. My plans. My future.

Now that I belong to Jesus, I pray. Prayer is simply me choosing to participate with Him. At first my prayers may be small. That’s OK.

I think about my little red horse. Scooter’s plans sound something like this. Wake up when the sun is halfway up. Stretch. Rub itchy neck on the post. Nibble the green grass on the outside of the fence. Wander to the round bale of hay and eat. Chase Dream and WhiteStar for a few minutes. Nap in the sun.

These are fine plans for a horse. Nothing evil. But they are small plans. Plans for Scooter’s survival.

I have much bigger plans for Scooter. Dancing, traveling. Sharing Christ’s Life with others. Deepening Scooter’s understanding of who I am.

My plans for myself are often small. Not evil. My prayers are often about me. And there is nothing wrong with that. It is natural ~ and small.

I do not believe that Jesus wants to make my small life better. I believe He invites me into His Life. And His Life is not small. It is abundant ~ and supernatural.

I choose to say “yes!” to Him. To abandon my small plans and dance with Him, wrapped in His arms, into whatever adventure He would lead me.

That is freedom. That is Real Life! In Abundance.

Hallelujah