God’s Amazing Orchestra March 17, 2008
Posted by Steve in : Weblog , add a commentI sat here tonight, thinking about how God works…He has given me excellent marketplace skills that have allowed me to start and grow four successful companies (as I yet embark on my fifth start-up –fanfuego.com), just as He gave Abby-Jill Brauhn a tremendous love for people and their well being and development, and a heart for the orphan children in Mexico. God has created each of us with unique skills and talents to help grow the Kingdom. Some things I can do and some things I can’t, but each of us has a role to play in God’s orchestra.
God gave a close friend, Mat Barber Kennedy, a tremendous gift of painting — I look
at some of his pieces that hang in my house, and I marvel at God’s continuing orchestration of life. I don’t have the painting skills that Mat does — yet God has given me other skills and experiences — all which He asks me to use to bring glory to Himself. While I may be frustrated that I cannot paint, God can be glorified through my marketplace efforts in other ways. By the way, Mat’s painting of the new building and its place in the skyline gets me more excited to be living in this world-class city!
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Abby-Jill’s death has been hard on me.
It has caused me to slow down and reflect on what is happening in my life and more importantly, what is important. God wants us to love him and love our neighbor — seems pretty simple.
But sometimes I find myself doing too much other stuff to slow down and enjoy the relationships that God has brought to me. I am operating in a whirlwind, a seasonoflife where everything is moving too fast. Abby was always good at making the emergency slow down to stay connected with other people and their lives. Putting her agenda and tasks on the back burner so that she could invest time into someone else’s life, like Janelle Keller or others. This is a HUGE lesson I am trying to learn each and every day now. Stop….smell the roses….enjoy each day as if it were your last, they say…I am trying….
