Have you ever frantically searched for your sunglasses, only to discover that they were tilted up on your forehead the whole time?
True story: I have looked for my cell phone while talking on my cell phone!!
Embarrassing! Is it just me?
How about this, have you ever tried to find your car keys while you had them in your hand?
“I don’t know where they could be, they were just here…”
Exactly.
We blame it on age or stress.
But, I just think that sometimes we look for what we already have.
We look for acceptance and belonging in the loneliest places. We search for light in the dark.
In our furious search for love, we make deals in the dark and give away chunks of our soul.
We look for life in places that smell of death.
We look for permission to be ourselves from a crowd that has no idea who we are.
We want a voice, but we are afraid to speak up.
We wrestle with daddy issues and exhaust ourselves looking for validation from a Father figure.
“You saw what I did? It was good, right?”
We desperately search for the things that we already have.
It’s all there available, it always has been.
Easter is the realization that the keys were in our hand the whole time.
We just have to reach out in faith and trust and grab what is already there.
The One who designed and defines us loves us and accepts us.
He offers us a place to belong, a place where we can be ourselves.
He offers us grace and healing.
Our furious search has been satisfied by a fierce love.
Maybe it’s time to quit the frantic attempt to prove ourselves and just…breathe…and savor what God has supplied.
Maybe it’s time to realize that we had a home all along.
Easter is the realization that the keys were in our hand the whole time.
“And I will give you the keys of the Kingdom of Heaven. Whatever you forbid on earth will be forbidden in heaven, and whatever you permit on earth will be permitted in heaven.” (Matt. 6:19 NLT)
Hope is found right where we left it, at the open door of an empty tomb.
Happy Easter!
Your gift is right there within reach.
It always has been.
carbonated joy 