Tuesday, October 15, 2013

A transparent kind of love





But would it set me free
If I dared to let you see
The truth behind the person
That you imagine me to be

Would your arms be open
Or would you walk away
Would the love of Jesus
Be enough to make you stay


Casting Crowns~ Stained Glass Masquerade 

 
First off I don’t claim to have the right answer, nor do I know what the right answer is. The day will come and I will meet Jesus and all the questions and doubts will become known.
  What I do know is this:
 I love God, God loves me.  He has given me a choice in this life, some days I make good choices but many times I make the wrong choice.  There are many questions that will remain unanswered until I meet Him face to face {but will it even matter then}. We are ALL allowed to have an opinion.

With that being said something has been lying on my heart for some time now.

{Freedom of choice}

I have been reading and studying this parenting book called, “Parenting with Love and Logic, by Foster Cline and Jim Fay. 

 It is teaching me a lot about myself and my girls.

As I began taking a closer look at who I am and how I loved and parented my girls I realized my need to control situations was beginning to be detrimental to the way the girls felt loved.  Instead of letting them make mistakes and figure things out for themselves I was doing it for them and beginning to mold them into a little version of me rather than letting them be who they are and having a voice.

(Obviously they're  3 and 1 so there are some limits and boundaries that my husband and I have put in place at this point in their life.  But at some point they will grow up and realize that we have zero control over them.)

I found myself demanding things out of them instead of giving them a choice.
  It wasn’t until I took a step back and looked at the way I was reacting in certain situations that I was able to see how destructive I was becoming.

I want my girls to know they are loved just the way they are, not for the way I want them to be.  That no matter who they become or what they choose they are still loved.  I may not agree with there choice, but I dont want that to determine how I love them.
The sad fact is I was beginning to portray this sick image of a performance kind of love.  
 Of course I love my girls ALL the time, but I found myself showing them that when they behaved the way I wanted them to I loved them even more.

How selfish and close minded!!

I started to recognize it in the way I was relating to my husband, mom, and other close friendships too. 
 I wanted them to love the way I loved, feel the way I felt, and believe the way I believed.   My way was the right way and if they couldn’t see that then they had the problem not me. 
{Honestly I can still find myself trapped in this mindset, but I am grateful that I can see the lie in this way of thinking}

How does God love me?
{Unconditionally thanks to Jesus}

Does He demand me to be a certain way or does He give me the freedom to believe?
{Freedom}

Does He love me despite my constant need to sin and reject His truth?
{Yes}

Am I really loved just where I am or do I need to perform for Him?
{I am REALLY loved right where I am}

The church is made up of Gods people. 

Broken
Seeking truth
Sinful
Hurting
Selfish
Loving
In desperate need to be loved
Flawed

Genesis 1: 27-31

So God created mankind in his own image,
    in the image of God he created them;
    male and female he created them.
God blessed them and said to them, “Be fruitful and increase in number; fill the earth and subdue it. Rule over the fish in the sea and the birds in the sky and over every living creature that moves on the ground.”
Then God said, “I give you every seed-bearing plant on the face of the whole earth and every tree that has fruit with seed in it. They will be yours for food.  And to all the beasts of the earth and all the birds in the sky and all the creatures that move along the ground—everything that has the breath of life in it—I give every green plant for food.” And it was so.
 God saw all that he had made, and it was very good. And there was evening, and there was morning—the sixth day.
 Thus the heavens and the earth were completed in all their vast array.

I love knowing that before the fall earth was made perfect. 
 It was complete just as God saw fit.

Beauty radiated from His creation.
This was our home.

I long for this beauty again. 

No shame
Acceptance
No sin
Just beauty

From the beginning we were presented with {Choice}.

God could have protected Adam and Eve and chose for them, but He didn’t. 
 He let them decide for themselves and they chose sin.

So if we believe in God’s Word and Truth then aren’t we all a part of the fall and sinful creatures?

Why is it that we as the church have justified certain sin and rejected others for their sin?

I see a lot of self seeking people at the church I belong to.
I walk by divorcee people every Sunday.  I hear the lies we whisper to each other over coffee.  The gossip about that friend that isn't there. 
  I hear lies whispered quietly.
I disrespect my husband almost daily with my words.
I judge people daily.
I believe God still loves us and we are welcome in the church.

What about the struggling christian homosexual who just wants a place to feel loved and needed, the strung out drug addict who just shot up to block the pain that is too hard to face sober.
The teenager who is struggling because they wanted nothing more than to be pure for marriage but they are now carrying life within their body.

Where do they turn.
Is the church a safe place for them to be heard or are we too busy telling them that there sin is unreachable.
Are we telling them they are unclean and can no longer be loved by our God.

1 Timothy 1:8-11

We know that the law is good if one uses it properly. We also know that the law is made not for the righteous but for lawbreakers and rebels, the ungodly and sinful, the unholy and irreligious, for those who kill their fathers or mothers, for murderers,  for the sexually immoral, for those practicing homosexuality, for slave traders and liars and perjurers—and for whatever else is contrary to the sound doctrine  that conforms to the gospel concerning the glory of the blessed God, which he entrusted to me.

I feel like the church is very good at preaching Gods unfailing love for ALL, yet rejecting the people that need to be loved the most.
Why is this?

When did God’s people become so good at judging others when the only person we should be judging is ourselves?

Romans 2:1
 You, therefore, have no excuse, you who pass judgment on someone else, for at whatever point you judge another, you are condemning yourself, because you who pass judgment do the same things.

Yes we are supposed to speak truth and stand firm on His truth, but does that mean we should be telling people they don't belong just because they are different?
  We are a nation crying out for truth yet when all we are doing is pointing fingers and condemning others, it is only human nature to want to rebel against it.

Truth + No Love = Rebellion
Grace + No Truth = No Boundaries/Limits {Lost}  
 
Take a child for instance, when you demand them to do it your way and make threats, usually they will rebel or do it out of fear.  But if you offer them a choice in the matter you usually get a better response.  
 We all desire to have a voice and want that voice to be heard.

He has put certain limits and boundaries in place and He hopes we would live a life within these limits, but ultimately doesn’t He give us the choice to live this way or choice another path?

Aren’t we all given {choices} not demands?

I don’t serve a God of demands I serve a God of love and freedom.

I serve a God who allows me to make mistakes and learn from the consequences of my own actions.

My God rescues me from the pit of despair when my judgment is clouded but lets me reap the consequences that put me there.

My God gives me a {choice} to believe Him or reject Him.

Even as a believer who fights for truth I still reject Him.  Not proud of that but it is a part of my fallen nature.

We all long to be loved and accepted it is the way He created us. 
To be able to seek the truth but feel loved questioning the tough stuff. 

I want my people {the church} to stop professing the truth and begin demonstrating and living the truth!

Love the rejected and hurting.

Can we the church stop pointing fingers and instead open up the doors and not be afraid to allow people to question and doubt.
 
 Stand on truth but bleed love and mercy.

Begin letting people choose for themselves knowing that it is their right and even if they don't make a choice that you agree with it is going to be OK because God has already won.

 I stand for His truth and I want everybody reading this to know God loves you right where you are and He is a God of broken people, but it is your choice to believe that or something different.

Will you reject me if I tell you I have doubts? 
Questions that have been left unanswered.

 Even in my desperate search to seek the truth in His word I can be left feeling confused. 
I fail constantly.
 One scripture saying it is wrong, while another says it isn’t my place to judge.  
 Even Gods word can seem to contradict itself at times.

Romans 12:2
Do not conform to the pattern of this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind. Then you will be able to test and approve what God's will is--his good, pleasing and perfect will.

Even in my doubting I want to know that I am seeking after His face.   I want to know that even if I don’t have the answer He still loves me.  I want to be able to allow my mind to move beyond its patterned and self-seeking thinking.

I hate to break it to you but not everyone loves God. 
 There are many out there that reject His truth. 
So why does the church hold unbelievers to the same standard as believers? 

Of course I would love for everyone to believe that Jesus Christ is the truth and the way and to live a life that mirrors His word but it isn't going to happen.  We are not meant for that life here anymore.
We made the fall long ago and we will not see that kind of love and truth until Jesus returns.
I have come to a place where I know it is all going to be OK in the end.

He will reign over ALL

What would happen if we stopped pointing fingers and instead we began mirroring the love He has shown us.

I want His love to be transparent in my life.
 
I want to know His truth for myself but demonstrate His love to others.
I want to live in a place where both grace and truth rule. 
 Not one more than the other but a place where I can feel comfortable believing and speaking Gods word, but offering grace and mercy to unbelievers.  A place where I can say I don’t know the right answer to that question but I know this we are loved despite our sinful nature and sought after even when we doubt.

 I want to live loved. 



Casting Crowns~Jesus Friend of Sinners




1 Timothy 1:12-17
 I thank Christ Jesus our Lord, who has given me strength, that he considered me trustworthy, appointing me to his service.  Even though I was once a blasphemer and a persecutor and a violent man, I was shown mercy because I acted in ignorance and unbelief.  The grace of our Lord was poured out on me abundantly, along with the faith and love that are in Christ Jesus.

Here is a trustworthy saying that deserves full acceptance: Christ Jesus came into the world to save sinners—of whom I am the worst.  But for that very reason I was shown mercy so that in me, the worst of sinners, Christ Jesus might display his immense patience as an example for those who would believe in him and receive eternal life.  Now to the King eternal, immortal, invisible, the only God, be honor and glory for ever and ever. Amen.

Sunday, October 6, 2013

Finding me



Proverbs 3:5-6
Trust in the Lord with all your heart
and lean not on your own understanding;
in all your ways submit to him,
and he will make your paths straight.


Lord, help me feed the life I’m trying to live
and starve the life I’m trying to leave
Help me believe the old is dead and gone
and I am a new creation

Casting Crowns ~own worst enemy



In my previous post I mentioned how not long ago I realized how much of my life was controlled by fear and that fear fed into my need to control.

Around this time last year I found myself in a dark place.

As I look back I was definitely in a funk. 
  Between just having a baby, my mom’s addiction spiraling out of control, and the past rearing it head into the present……I was lost.

 A couple years prior {2008/2009} I had experienced something similar. 
 It was around the time I had lost our first baby and my mom had just attempted suicide.

As I began to put two and two together I started realizing both of these experiences left me powerless and searching for something I could no longer control. 
  No matter how much I tried to find control and piece it all together I couldn’t. 

 Life was happening and I was barely hanging on.

I found myself consumed and barely breathing.

I wanted nothing more than to make it all disappear and to be ok.  If I could have continued to suppress everything that was surfacing and that I was facing I would have, but I couldn’t anymore.

I couldn’t hide from it.  

I had to face {fear} because everywhere I looked it stared back at me.



Our fears establish the limits of our life ~ Pete Wilson



So I began a journey that has forever changed my life since.

I stopped hiding the pain and I got help.

Facing the truth was the hardest part for me because it meant it was real.  
 It meant I had to feel the ache I had been hiding from for years.

My own coping mechanism {control} was no longer working; I couldn’t hold it together anymore.  Control had become an illusion that I believed for the majority of my life.

From the outside things looked good.
 I was happily married with two beautiful daughters.  Had a deep connection with Christ and was involved in bible studies, etc… But there was something wrong inside.  I was functioning at home and at work, but my mind was consumed.  It began slowly but eventually everything began to trigger these panic episodes.  I felt out of control and the scariest part of it all was I was beginning to remember things from my past that had been locked away for years.

Days turned into months and it progressively got worse. 

 I will never forget Christmas of last year. 
I wanted to be happy and there was a part of me that was, but there was an even bigger part that was broken and left searching for something more.

Everyone around me seemed so put together and I was struggling to feel like I even existed anymore.
 I had become so hyper aware of my surroundings.  

 Everything I read or watched on the television threw me into this obsessive behavior of connecting it into my own life and making it real.

I felt as if the world and everything around me was falling apart and the end was near and I was freaking out because I had no control over it.

If someone told me a sad story or some sort of terrible news I would worry that it was going to happen to me.

If I closed my eyes too long this life I knew could disappear and I wouldn't even know it.

I remember sitting at our family Christmas feeling like life was happening around me and I was stuck in another dimension. 
Was I even there or had it become a fragment of my own imagination.

I learned some time later that I was experiencing a form of post-traumatic stress syndrome that was tracing back to my childhood.

As I look back I can see where God was whispering into the pain but I wasn’t ready to let go.  

 Letting go meant surrendering a pain that I didn’t want to believe was there. 
  It meant finally being OK with being weak.

Weakness was not a part I allowed myself or people to see.   
Weak meant I was a failure.   
That I had become like her. I couldn’t be like her. 
  She was the very person I built my life around and I couldn’t even see how much I functioned for her. 
 You see I had become so focused on not becoming her that I lost sight of who I even was.  
 The lines were so blurred I couldn’t see where I ended and she began.

My counselor drew a diagram for me and it absolutely broke me {the truth}. 
 Basically what the diagram explained is this……

I------past------I---------------the now------------------I
I thought I was living in the now. 
  I had built a life that was different from the past.  I wasn’t like her, I was strong, the bad stuff never affected me and I left it all back in{the past}.  But the truth is this, I was working so hard to not be like the past, I had become so fixated on not being back there that I actually was still living{the past}.

My past was beginning to rob me of my life in the now. {What a travesty}

So I began to relive certain areas of my past.  
 To feel pain I never allowed myself to feel. 

 I went back to that innocent little girl and was able to look at her and cry for her. 
 Ache for the pain she felt back there. 
 Live out the pain for her in the today so I could move on and no longer live back there.

I looked that innocent second grader in the face and told her it wasn’t her fault he touched her that way.  
 I held the trembling little girl as she sat and watched her mom be beat and thrown to the ground in fear she was dead.  
 I ached for the teenager who watched her mom begin spiraling into an addition that almost took her life. 

Friends there can be healing in the deepest wounds, but we need to allow Him to meet us where is hurts. 


I loved God and I knew He loved me, but I never allowed Him into those painful areas.  Once I was able to allow Him into those parts of who I was I finally felt a love that I have never experienced before.

 We need to be willing to allow ourselves to feel the pain, to cry out to our wounds of the yesterday and ache for the loss that came from it.

It has been the hardest thing I have had to do.

It absolutely broke every part of who I believed I was, but as I began to pick up the broken pieces I found something even more beautiful.  

I found me.

Not who I pretended to be or what I wanted to see, but who I was created to be.

A broken life pieced back together by the very creator that breathed His life into me. 
 He was and still is showing me the laughter in heartache, the sunshine when days are dark, strength in the weakest moments, and the beauty that comes from a broken past.

Friends we all are broken in someway or another don't let the smiles deceive you. Somewhere deep there is heartache, but somewhere deeper there is beauty.

No matter how well put together the people around you may appear, I promise you, EVERYONE needs healing. ~Pete Wilson




Healing. Hope. Laughter.

These are things that define my life. 
Yes, I’ve experienced pain; but through it all, I have gained more than I have lost. 
I write so that when you see this is true for me, you can believe it will also be true for you.


~Heather Gemmen Wilson, author of Startling Beauty: 
A journey from rape to restoration.




  
Ben Rector ~ When a heart breaks
I woke up this morning
And I heard the news
I know the pain of a heartbreak
I don't have answers
And neither do you
I know the pain of a heartbreak

This isn't easy
This isn't clear
And you don't need Jesus
Til you're here
Then confusion and the doubts you had
Up and walk away
They walk away
When a heart breaks

I heard the doctor
But what did he say
I knew I was fine about this time yesterday
I don't need answers
I just need some peace
I just need someone who could help me get some sleep
Who could help me get some sleep

This isn't easy
This isn't clear
And you don't need Jesus
Til you're here
Then confusion and the doubts you had
Up and walk away
They walk away
When a heart breaks
When a heart breaks
When a heart breaks
Oh, when a heart breaks

This isn't easy
This isn't clear
And you don't need Jesus
Til you're here
Then confusion and the doubts you had
Up and walk away
They walk away
When a heart breaks