This morning I was fixing my travel mug of coffee hoping to get on with my morning. I poured the cup and then looked for the lid. “It was right here…” I look back in the cupboard, in the dishwasher, and the other drawer full of water bottles. I wonder, did someone put the cup one place and the lid another? Then I begin to get a bit frustrated. “Where did it go? It was right here.” It was a good thing I was in the house alone, for my tendency was to call out the name of whoever is around and ask, “Does anyone know where the lid to my mug is?” If it was my wife, I tend to immediately jump to the conclusion that she must have done something with it.
The human heart is corrupted and even a heart transformed by the grace of God still has the pollution of sin. How quickly I blame-shift. It certainly can’t be my fault there is no lid for my coffee? I tend to do that with most things. I get angry at a circumstance and focus on the problem without considering my response to the problem. Lids go missing. Stuff happens. It is part of life. People will sin against me. My wife may one day choose to go around hiding all my stuff just to make me angry. But the truth is, even as I looked for the lid, God began to reveal my need for the gospel. Even more fully, God was trying to show me that He, like the lid, is right in front of me. Yes, sitting there on the stovetop, not a foot away, was the lid, right where I had placed it.
In the middle of your day, the father is right in front of you. I tend to think like an orphan and not an adopted son of God. I forget that he loves me! He has always loved me and sent Jesus to die so I can know that love. He wants me to know that He is not out to get me. Not even as I face the small frustrations of the day.
Where shall I go from your Spirit?
Or where shall I flee from your presence?
If I ascend to heaven, you are there!
If I make my bed in Sheol, you are there!
If I take the wings of the morning
and dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea,
even there your hand shall lead me,
and your right hand shall hold me.
If I say, “Surely the darkness shall cover me,
and the light about me be night,”
even the darkness is not dark to you;
the night is bright as the day,
for darkness is as light with you.
For you did not receive the spirit of slavery to fall back into fear, but you have received the Spirit of adoption as sons, by whom we cry, “Abba! Father!”
The Spirit himself bears witness with our spirit that we are children of God,
and if children, then heirs—heirs of God and fellow heirs with Christ, provided we suffer with him in order that we may also be glorified with him.