Immeasurably More Than All I Ask or Imagine.

Now to Him who is able to do immeasurably more than all we ask or imagine… to Him be glory in the church and in Christ Jesus throughout all generations, for ever and ever! Amen!

Ephesians 3:20-21

The unexpected chat with Mr. Wonderful hit her hard. I mean, like she was completely blindsided.

Through the phone, I listened to her sob, this incredibly beautiful and intelligent girl. She just couldn’t believe dream guy had ended their relationship. What was with those endearing heart emojis he’d sent the day before? Turned out, Mr. Wonderful wasn’t so wonderful after all. His charm had lost its magical powers and shown itself to be nothing but shallow, selfish, meaningless words of endearment.


Seemed sacrificial love had never been a player in this short-lived romance.

Considering that she’d allowed her vulnerable heart to believe Mr. Wonderful was ‘the one’, she (quite understandably) wailed, “I can’t even …imagine…”

Code for, “I can’t even imagine anyone better than him.”

Following her teary admission, I felt God’s heart smile.

If only My children would realize that they can’t imagine what only I can imagine because I Am the infinite and limitless God. And I imagine with Love that is wide, long, high and deep.

Last I checked, I was still a finite human being. Thus, I’m unable to ask or imagine what only His design formed in His mind with His unlimited creativity can first imagine.

So when I succumb to impatience and compromise God’s very best, settling, instead, for the substandard alternative of ‘good enough’, I rob myself of ultimate joy and the fulfillment of my true heart’s desire.  

God, the Word, left heaven and came to earth to be born as a baby. 


In the beginning was the word and the word was with God, and the Word was God…The word became flesh and made His dwelling among us. John 1:1-2, 14a

Problem was, the people imagined their promised Messiah to be a regal king, a mighty and powerful ruler. Perhaps tough and intimidating with flashes of lightning sparking from his eyes. 


They got a baby.

A baby?

Yes, a baby. A helpless infant, given no room to be born inside the inn (which, ahem, begs the question, why didn’t the innkeeper give up his spot?). Baby Jesus was born in a stable, then laid in a manger, maybe nudged aside by filthy animal snouts cropping at hay beneath Him.

Never mind Prophet Isaiah’s crystal clear prophecy (Isaiah 9:6) that a child would be given, they’d already imagined what Almighty God and Savior King would look like. And a helpless infant in a lowly food trough didn’t work for them.

When I surrender with upturned face to God and sob, “I can’t even imagine…”, it must make Him smile.

I know you can’t imagine because I’m giving you immeasurably more than you can imagine. Though it may appear to be nothing but a baby, trust Me.



Ever imagine the baby Who was born in Bethlehem would be Mighty God and Everlasting Father? Only I could have imagined that.

As it turned out, My way was best. Still is. Imagine that.

MeRrY cHrIsTmAs and all My Lovechild.

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