January 19, 2010

Here Again ... For the First Time


I won’t look any different when you see me tomorrow. But I’ll feel different. And, by God’s grace, I’ll be different – just a little bit, at least.

Why the difference? Well …

I just got out of an intense meeting with a group of ladies who love me – love me enough to tell me the truth. I’ve been slacking, I’ve been struggling, and they saw it. And they sat me down, and they helped me to see it. Everything they said rang true – I have been weak in these areas. I have let things slide. And though I was aware of these things in a general kind of way, I didn’t stop to consider how I was letting down individuals, or my community. I sort of hoped a vague “I’m not really good at this” or “after all, nobody’s perfect” would cover it.

But it didn’t last year, when a team of three girls challenged me to step it up. And it doesn’t this year, when a team of six had the courage to confront.

The issues in both conversations were very similar. And they all have their roots in my greatest areas of weakness, the sins & strongholds I struggle with the most. No surprises there, right? Especially not for those of you who have known me – or my writing – for very long. It won’t surprise you, for example, that I’ve been pulling back inside myself and keeping others at a distance. Or that I’ve been focusing more on tasks than on people.

So really, a whole year later, I’m still making the same mistakes?

Yup.

And yet, they’re not quite the same. I heard this great illustration once that has been such an encouragement to me. Sometimes it seems like we’re just going in circles, covering the same ground, banging our heads against the same walls, fighting the same battles, over and over and never getting anywhere. But if our hearts are pliable to God’s handiwork, it’s more like we’re traveling upward on a spiral staircase. Sure, as we go around, we’re seeing some of the same scenery, but we see it from a different perspective. Each time we circle around back to it, we’ve climbed higher; we have a better handle on how the small piece fits into the whole.

The right perspective is vital.

I could choose to feel pretty miserable right now. After all, I had a lot of hard stuff piled on me tonight. And considering where I was last year at this time, it could really seem like I’ve made pretty much no progress at all.

But consider this view ...

I can be thankful that my team had the courage to bring these issues directly to my attention, rather than silently nursing their frustrations. I can be glad that they had such good, practical suggestions for how I can improve. I can celebrate that they truly want me to be a more vital part of their community. I can recognize this as God's grace, bringing further dross to the top so He can skim it off, refining my life into a purer reflection of Himself. I can realize that, even though it seems like the same failings repeating themselves, it’s really not. I am different. Even in the way God has enabled me to receive this correction – believe me, it’s so much better than the last time I was here!

I’ll admit, considering changes like the kind I need to make – even if only the ones my team brought up tonight – is pretty overwhelming. But I have such a great support system, in all different spheres of my life. And I have a God who’s so infinitely patient with me, so lovingly willing to open my eyes to more – more of who I truly am, and more of who I can become. More of who He has made me to be.

Even though I would love to go to bed tonight and wake up tomorrow to find myself completely transformed, I know it doesn’t happen that way. It’s going to take countless small, determined, consistent steps before any significant change can be noted. But the change is happening; these steps are taking me somewhere. Because I am definitely not the same person now that I was when I woke up this morning. I may look the same. But I am seeing things a whole lot differently!

January 14, 2010

Travelogue, Page 1

   What if there was something more? Something beyond life-as-usual, which isn’t really life at all? Wouldn’t you long for it? Wouldn’t you throw off everything holding you back and run to embrace it? Wouldn’t I? Despite the fear, the cost, the constraints of convention?


   I have lived a silent life, a hidden life, a safe and controlled and nearly risk-free life for as long as I’ve known myself, and probably before. I am the prolific author of dozens of private journals, pages of academic essays, and a wealth of aborted writing projects. Writing, for me, has been a release, an outlet. I am my truest self on the page; it is there – and so far, only there – that I am free to discover and live out the person I am meant to be. Yet, until now, there has only been One entrusted with these fears and fancies that flow, unedited, from the springs deep within. Between me and the rest of the world lies a thin sheet of ice. I can see and be seen, while remaining separate. And, as I’ve long convinced myself, protected.


But ice, even at the height of its frigid beauty,                                                                        
doesn’t nurture life – it destroys. 



   
It seems such a small thing, for one who has secretly nurtured grandiose dreams of changing the world, to simply start a blog. And yet, for me, it is so much more than that. This is to be a great experiment in trusting the God I love, the One who has given all to me. Writing, I have recognized, is one of His sacred gifts in my life. With this blog, in this simple exercise of pondering and writing and sharing, I choose to give that gift back to Him, by giving it to the world. What He does with it – large or small – is up to Him; I will delight in the joyful rewards of obedience.


   To begin the experiment, then, here is an excerpt from my journal of prayers …


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   God, You have given me a gift of life. It bubbles up in gushes and trickles, yet finding no outlet, it threatens to stagnate, evaporate. But the sheet of ice is cracking, Lord, I feel it. The ice is weakening, melting – it will soon give way – and then the life will burst forth, with nothing to contain it.


   God, I feel it – the life is pulsing inside me. It quickens and presses and stirs. My very limbs quiver, aching to run, to leap, to dance. Energy and passion and vitality stir, longing for release, pushing for change, for transformation, calling for hope and healing that is a very form of life from the dead. 


   Father, You are real, You are true. You are love and life, health and hope and happiness. Nothing lives beyond You, God. And so many of us live a half-life, because we have not fully realized or embraced You.


   Oh, God! That hope is there, I know it – that hope is You. But somehow, so many of us have gotten lost in the looking – we haven’t really seen. Open our eyes, God. Open our spirits to You. Release the bands of ice and iron that entrap and entomb us, constricting the very flow of our hearts’ blood. Release us that our hearts may expand, that our lungs may draw a full, fresh breath – maybe the first one of our lives. 


   God, Your light, Your life, Your living water – Your very Son and Spirit are stirring within me. “Wake,” they whisper; “Wake!” they call. Arise, oh sleeper; wake from the dead, and Christ will shine on you!


   Yes, Lord! I wake. I live, I breathe, I rejoice. I blink my eyes to clear my vision, seeing as if for the first time. Your voice to my ear is sweet and precious, almost achingly so, and Your touch, wondrous beyond all I’ve ever known.


   I am Yours! My spirit cries. I am knowing, I am believing, I am trusting You like never before.


   Here begins a journey, Lord, a new adventure. My passport has arrived, and I am setting out to new lands, ground I’ve never traveled, sights I’ve never seen


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   This blog is not the journey; it is but the travelogue. It will reflect where I’ve been, describe where I am, illustrate where I hope to go. I hope it will inspire some to set out on similar journeys; others, to reflect on travels already in progress. Always, comments and questions from fellow travelers will be welcome, that we may gain insight, encouragement, correction, and strength along the Way.


   Blessings to you, my friends old and new, and as you go, keep looking up!



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