Piecemeal

My husband recently refinished an old commode cabinet for me. He sanded it down, had the drawers fixed and stabilized, put in a new bottom, then painted it and added new hardware. It now sits in my newly re-decorated front room, adding personality, charm and color. As a bonus it is so very functional. He spent so much time on it, he requested I line the inside of the drawers so they wouldn’t get marked or scratched. So I did. I laid down the cushy type of drawer liner material, not the stick it to the actual drawer kind. It just happened to be what I had on hand.The bottom drawer is covered in pieces of what I had left and that is the drawer that holds my Bible study book, and my current journal. I pull them out every morning , and most mornings I tend to pull out one or two pieces of the drawer liner.

This morning as I re-lined the drawer again, the Holy Spirit nudged me. “That’s what happens when you piecemeal.” My first thought was, “Are you talking to me about drawer liners, Lord?” even though I was sure He wasn’t. “That’s what happens when you piecemeal.” When you try to make do; when you just offer your leftovers; when you don’t do or give your best.
I then quietly asked (somewhat in hope that the Spirit wouldn’t hear me), “What am I piecemealing Lord?”  God didn’t give me an easy definitive answer, I’m thinking this is going to be an ongoing conversation for awhile. God evidently has some refinishing of His own to do. As I journey the process, I’m leaving my drawer liner as is. I’m praying it will remind me that I need to live all in, doing my best, giving my finest. Christ deserves more than my piecemealed leftovers.