As life seems to be coming at me in full force I have noticed that 2011 was a year of surviving each moment. I know that God has so much more in store for me than just getting through it all and that is what my focus will be in 2012: to thrive and come alive. In December I had a chance to spend an evening with a friend at her beloved church's women outreach evening which was intended to before those who did not know the Lord.
Her "date" canceled and so she called me to see if I would like to go. A wonderful evening with a sister in Christ of course. Little did I know how much that evening would change my very core!!!!
By the time the speaker finished her testimony, I was searching for the bathroom certain I would not make it there before I fell to my knees overwhelmed with such weight and emotions. And as I fought for every breath certain that my chest was going to cave in on me, certain I was going to break within and the truth burst wide open. This wasn't the past welling up within me. No it was my body overwhelmed as it awoke to the very presence of the Holy Spirit.
My way of coping has been to suppress all the emotions, both good and bad. To just get through another day was all I desired to do. Little did I know that each day I thought I was living, I was dying inside. Ahhh, but no longer!!!!
I still find myself seeking the comfort of being a victim. Funny how the comfort of something, anything, is so much better (or so it seems) than the uncertainty of freedom. Freedom of the past also brings with it the uncertainty of the future. The sorrow of the past makes for a miserable today but at least it is a familiar today. To walk past being a victim meant not knowing how to face tomorrow. Yes, I know I am a victor but what does that really look like? Where is the safety in that?
The truth is there is no safety in living your life daily for God. No comfort in planning each day to look like you want it to. To remain comfortable in your past may seem foolish to others but when it is your past, you know it and it knows you and there is no great expectations. So for a scarred woman to bravely find her freedom, to breath the breathe of God, to just touch the hem of Christ, I will have to forgo the comfort of planning and take each day as God gives it to me. Yes that is freedom to me. To let tomorrow worry about itself and for me to just be with God today, right here and right now. I have seen a glimpse of what it means to live as a victor and that is the life I want. And as I stumble across this new
path of sanctification, I am thankful for:
6. A family restored through the bonds of Christ.
7. The uncontrollable laughter of siblings playing together.
8. The quietness of a child immersed in a book.
9. S mores by the camp fire.
10. The delight of accomplishment as a child learns their multiplication tables.
11. Freedom of laying it all down at the Masters feet.
12. A wonderful beginning of
A Year Like No Other!
