Permanent Potential

My broker was on a rant. He expected his real estate team to top the charts. We fell short of his expectations and he let each of us know where we needed improvement. He pointed at several agents as he spoke, and then he pointed his finger at me. “And then there’s Toni, permanent potential . . .”

What? What did he call me?

It’s a good thing I wasn’t prone to getting my feelings hurt. I was accustomed to being kicked around. My feelings were seared. It’d take more than a proverbial slap in the face to rile me. But then, this was the same guy who said the coffee cake I made wasn’t fit for a dog to eat.

Never mind that he was right—about the coffee cake anyway.

I’d love to bake something pretty, and edible. I’m nothing like my friend Lesa. She has that special touch. She tosses in a cup of this and dab or dollop of that and then she must shake the pan just right giving it her magic tap. Her made from-scratch-desserts are delicious and made without a proven recipe. My slice and bake cookies get trashed.

How is life fair?

Well, life isn’t fair. But thank God His love and favor levels the playing field.
Having God’s favor isn’t fair either. It’s just the way it is.

I’ve come a long way since 1990 when the words permanent potential gonged my ears. Not so far in the kitchen, but we don’t starve. We don’t get anything homemade very often though. But God saw potential in me and was willing to mine it.

God has a knack for polishing-up things others discard and have no use for. Maybe you know what I’m talking about. The woman at the well whom Jesus asked to give Him a drink knew. I don’t know what kind of cook she was, but the guys sure seemed to like her.

No doubt she had a hard life. She either buried or was divorced by five men. She may have suffered much at the hands of many others. She may have been called damaged. Worthless. Potential-less. She suffered rejection by the other women. When she ran to the village to tell others about Jesus, she went only to the men, (story John 4).

Yet it was to this immoral, shameless Samaritan woman that Jesus offered living water and revealed His identity as the Messiah, the Christ. When He did, He turned her potential loose.
True to His nature and character Jesus approved her. Jesus accepted her. Jesus loved her. While Jesus loves and welcomes the misfits in the world, He also welcomes those who are comfortable with who they are. Jesus welcomes all.

Are you waiting for Father God to do something for you? Would you like Him to turn your potential loose? He longs for you to enjoy Everything Jesus Died To Give You. And that includes the unique plan He designed for the one and only you.

“For I know the plans I have for you, declares the Lord, plans for welfare and not for evil, to give you a future and a hope,” (Jeremiah 29:11 ESV).
Jesus water is just right. Go ahead and drink. Taste and see the goodness of the Lord our God right here in the land of the living.
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  1. I love reading your blog, Toni, as it’s so full of wisdom and knowledge of God, Our Creator. ???? I am reading it for the second time. Love it, and you!!

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