Bigger

Sunday night blues. Monday morning blahs.* There’s something about getting up early and going to work that can be a struggle some days!

I love my job. I love my morning prayer time. But getting in that car and driving down snowy roads on a cold winter morning while the heater attempts to wake up…can take some effort. (You know the feeling, northern friends?)

It was on one of those icy morning drives that I felt a few worries pulling me as low as the temperature. God is bigger, I kept reminding myself as I put my turn signal on. He is bigger than any of our worries and burdens.

As I turned onto the main street, I was met with a tangible example of how big our God really is: a breathtaking sunrise with marshmallow clouds and paintbrush colors. Beautiful extravagance. From a God very much involved in the details of our lives.

The voice on the morning radio station was singing lyrics to match:

You are more than flesh and bone
Can’t you see you’re something beautiful…
He wants you to see…
That you’re not just some wandering soul…
You are someone worth dying for.**

I saw a young woman through my passenger window. She was walking on the sidewalk through the wind, head down, shoulders slumped.

The song and sunrise were soaking into my soul as I kept glancing over at her. I wanted to talk to her. I wanted to help her.

I wanted to tell her that He’s bigger.

He is. Bigger than our struggles. Bigger than our Sunday night blues. Bigger than anything that threatens to weigh us down or hold us back. And when we are blessed enough to realize that, we are called to share it with others.

*yes, I know. I work part-time, so mine are more like Tuesday night blues...

**lyrics from Someone Worth Dying For, by Mikeschair