I see the prompt word “opportunity” and immediately rushing into my mind comes a phrase from a beautiful prayer I found among my jumbled files last year (2012): It thanks God for “the mysterious opportunity of my life.”
What a phrase to dwell on, in gratitude! Just the heart-beating, breathing-in and breathing-out, throbbing, moving life, what a mystery, and what opportunity!
Problem is I have too many opportunities! I can’t choose them all! I can’t choose half the things I’d like to do and could individually if I chose just that one thing—I’d have to live a thousand years!
I am remembering a party, decades ago, before I knew Christ personally, where a palm reader was telling fortunes, describing lives. I was brushing off that opportunity, uncomfortable, when one earnest woman’s face, leaned toward me, asking, “But do you know who you are?”
I laughed. And said, “I am an infinite number of possibilities.”
What I didn’t know then was that I was only scratching the surface of the possibilities list. Since then, through Him, I have been able to do… well, sometimes, the impossible! At least what would have been impossible for little human me.
So what opportunity do I choose? That prayer focused for me the best one: that most mysterious opportunity of knowing Him more and more, as I live each day. Each day then becomes fuller with richer opportunities than Christ-less earthlings could even guess. I know. I was one. And oh, the difference!