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  • Writer's pictureLaura Kae

Well done: good and faithful servant

I stood in the middle of my room and cried. It had been a really long time since I had gotten so real with God. Feeling emotional intimacy with Him during times of prayer has been a struggle for me over the last few years. In some ways, my time with Him is so much better and more intimate than it used to be. In other ways, I struggle to bring Him my whole self on a daily basis.

I was having one of those brutal realizations in my life. One that is best experienced with God in prayer. One that is best realized by knowing truth all the way down in the deepest recesses of your heart.

In my hand was a piece of paper. On the paper were all the accomplishments I had in theory ever accomplished which were worthy of note. In America, we call it a resume. On my resume was the record of my life’s work.

It was this work which made me cry quite bitterly because I was having a revelation. See there is this passage in I Corinthians 3, which reads as follows:

By the grace God has given me, I laid a foundation as a wise builder, and someone else is building on it. But each one should build with care. For no one can lay any foundation other than the one already laid, which is Jesus Christ. If anyone builds on this foundation using gold, silver, costly stones, wood, hay or straw, their work will be shown for what it is, because the Day will bring it to light. It will be revealed with fire, and the fire will test the quality of each person’s work. If what has been built survives, the builder will receive a reward. If it is burned up, the builder will suffer loss but yet will be saved—even though only as one escaping through the flames.

I cried because I realized I had not been wise like Paul. Of all the accomplishments on the piece of paper, there was only one inglorious line on the bottom which had a chance of surviving the flames. Most of my life had not been built with gold or silver or costly stones, but with hay and straw and wood. So I wept because what else could I do? So much was wasted.

And in the days following this revelation, I have thought perhaps God could have found some value in my life at this or that time. I have thought perhaps I have condemned more than He has. I have no idea what He saw in it from above, but I know how it looks from my point of view. It was so self-centered. It had nothing to do with Him, but everything to do with my glory and what I wanted. It had everything to do with me, and absolutely nothing to do with laying down my life for Him. It was temporal; it isn’t going to last forever. It is going to burn to ashes.

As I sit here writing, I am thinking of another Scripture. One which promises that God can make beauty from my ashes. As I cried that day and as I have cried since, I have prayed that maybe at least He would be willing to redeem what is on that piece of paper. Maybe even if it was no good at the time, maybe He could make something good from it now.

The paper makes me look so important. Figuratively it helps me put my best foot forward. On it are the things that make me look my very best, but what I have to give as my very best is going to burn someday.

It is a good thing Jesus has given me His best instead. The abundant gift of God’s righteousness. Grace. Indispensable grace in abundant provision. It is enough to keep me safe while my resume burns.

My heart longs for the day when I will hear Him say, “Well done, good and faithful servant. Welcome Home.”

What foundation are you building your life on? Is what you spend your time, energy and money on going to last forever, or is it going to burn? Do you know His grace is more than enough to cover your sins?


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