![]() When we bought our first home, because I have a love for making old things new, we set out to fill every chasm that had been created over the years. I may not be the height I want to be, but I’m not the nut I used to be! I’m resting in that fact and rejoicing that even in the face of adversity I can just hide behind the Father I was searching for all those years ago.Ĭracks! We’ve all had to pull out that trusty caulk gun and bridge the gap of separated spaces. As the above verse says, my protection comes from Him. I’ve also known mistreatment at the hands of some well-meaning and not so well-meaning people. His faithful promises are your armor and protection.” ~Psalm 91:4 Only when I am truly submitted to him and hiding in the secret place of the shadow of His wing will I be protected. Like David under King Saul, it is more important that I learn to get my heart right than to worry about the hearts of others. If God calls me to a place then I am called to endure. The festering seeds of hurt and bitterness gave me the perfect excuse every time I wanted to run. Like the children of Israel in the desert, God had to take me the long way to teach me some valuable lessons. Instead of being planted, I chose the path of being tossed on the wind. Amazing men and women of God surrounded me and tried to show me the way. As He brought me into relationship with Him, I began to see that towering oak tree and believe that my life had a purpose. ![]() This window into the center of my pit shows only one of the chains that kept me bound. At sixteen, God reached into my little cell and pulled me out. I found comfort for my ache in the arms of grown men and found reasons to be away from home most of the time. ![]() Her overwhelming grief just overshadowed my own and left me powerless to express it. It’s not that I didn’t have compassion on my mother. I was the oldest and so I stepped up the plate of responsibility. My alcoholic father died when I was eleven and my mom sank into a deep depression that could only be numbed by fiction and food. Perhaps that has to do with my backstory. I grew up independent. I didn’t see the protection afforded me hiding safely in the branches of the tree that mentored me. I needed a vision of what I would become but I also needed to begin to face the truth, growing takes time. I am thankful my journey didn’t start out groveling for my place of earth beneath the shadow of the mighty oaks around me. I am thankful for the vision God gives us as new Christians. For me, it took several seasons of my Christian walk to see what all the oaks were telling me and to believe the truth of my reality. I wonder how long it takes for that little acorn to realize after it hits the ground that it has no roots, no trunk, no leaves gracing its non existent branches. It knows what it will look like and how the ground looks from towering heights. By the time it falls from an oak, its perspective is set. An acorn starts its journey high in the treetops.
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