It was one evening in December a couple of years back. I knelt
by my bed, poured out my heart to the designer of my soul. I cried for my
mistakes, the times I knowingly broke His heart. I surrendered for real. I rejoiced.
I felt peace.
You see, the testimony of the guy in church that evening had
done something. The power of God in his story reaffirmed my faith in Him and made
me open my mouth and really have a heart-to-heart talk with God. It was time to
let go of the parts of me that was still clutching to reason and logic. It was
time to dive fully, and wholly into this active, lively thing called faith.
I had confessed with my mouth and believed in my heart a
long time ago when I was just a little girl. But lukewarm took hold of me and
sadly it wasn’t cutting it, it wasn’t bringing that soul awakening I needed.
“So,
because you are lukewarm—neither hot nor cold—I am about to spit you out of my
mouth.” Revelations 3:16
I took a step to
get plugged into a biblically sound church at the start of fall couple of years
ago. and over hundred days prior to the day I caved in and really surrendered,
something began to change. see, I was nursing a wounded heart, not totally
broken, but wounded still. I was getting over a huge crush that was not going
to end up into anything no matter how bad I wanted it to. It wasn’t what God
would want for me anyway. Oh, but how I hid it perfectly! or so I thought. Cos obviously
God knew, He saw my heart aching and placed a strong desire within to seek Him to fill the void, and not a human. At
the time, I didn’t really realize I was hiding the hurt, but it’s all so clear
now.
Too many things
were competing over my heart and i needed to focus already! I didn’t do a good
job of guarding my heart. How could I when I wasn’t intentionally following the
lead of the Master? when I wasn’t truly trusting Him? when I spoke and sang
about Him but yet some of my actions were wayyy out of line? It was like, God, I
love you but I don’t really trust you with certain aspects of my life cos you
seem to be really slow sometimes so I’m going to control those parts myself.
But God who knows
better and sees farther than I do, lovingly steered me towards the right route
after I got burned from wanting to do it my way. Sure, I was a good girl, but I
couldn’t say the same about intentional godliness. I liked to read my bible and
pray in my room and be good. Not necessarily
godly with all my actions. The catholic community I grew up in wasn’t
working for me. I cut church out for a while instead of seeking one that will
help nurture my soul. Oh well, but I went every now and then whenever a friend
invited me to a biblically sound church. but I didn’t stay cos I was still too
comfortable to awaken and grow like I should. + it didn’t quite feel like where
I should let my roots grow down deep.
“ I urge you, brothers and sisters, to watch out for
those who cause divisions and put obstacles in your way that are contrary to
the teaching you have learned. Keep away from them.” Romans 16:17
In the span of my
life, i had dedicated myself a handful of times to God but I always felt too
comfortable as a baby in God to actually
grow. Like which serious Christian would be part of a club in college that
organizes parties where alcohol and profane music abound?! Funny thing though
is, I never made an appearance at those parties myself. Partying was/is not my
thing. I was more into the magazine side of the club, but still I’d hand out
fliers advertising the parties. (I was so lame, I know) I was just not
consciously bringing Jesus into all of me, my hobbies and entertainment; the
songs, the movies, the books, the crowd around me.
“as
newborn babes, desire the pure milk of the word, that you may grow thereby, if
indeed you have tasted that the Lord is gracious.” 1 peter 2:2-3
And while the
summer of two years back was fun, it was wounding too, in a way that left you
staring at the door when it’s shut real hard right in your face. I got too
attached when I shouldn’t have. And maybe I needed that wound like cold water
poured over me in bed, to rouse, to wake
up! and find that I am cherished and loved regardless of who left. And thankfully, I did rouse. Gradually, I felt
the strong tugging of God on my heart. Staggeringly, I found my way to His
house, decided to embrace the fellowship I badly needed, and fixed my feet in
His Word.
“Jesus answered, “I am the way and the truth and the life. No one comes to the Father except through me.” John 14:6
I became aware of how far off the bend I had
gone and began a hot pursuit of the only one who’s capable of saving me from
myself and my weaknesses. Jesus. The
one who loves me unconditionally, accepts me as I am, and all the while
encouraging me to grow and thrive in Him. It seems like it’s when we fall apart
that we find Him, right? I think He needed me to acknowledge the crack within
me and allow His light to get in and begin the healing process. And boy, was I glad
to admit I needed His touch and longed for His presence!
Am I some perfect
girl now? Absolutely not! I’m still just a girl, but one who has firmly
grounded herself in her true identity, the daughter of the King, who is loved
and forgiven immeasurably. The girl who isn’t intentionally abusing the grace
of God and who lives like she has been redeemed at a costly price. I still make
some mistakes but I’ve refused to live in an unbroken pattern of sin.
“For to be carnally minded is death, but to be spiritually minded is life
and peace.” Romans 8:6
"Brethren, I do not count myself to have apprehended; but one thing I do, forgetting those things which are behind and reaching forward to those things which are ahead, I press toward the goal for the prize of the upward call of God in Christ Jesus." philippians 3:13-14
Something changed
inside that night. a shift in the spirit. and I am oh, so thankful!
this song by sara
groves holds my sentiments.
(sorry for
turning this into a long essay, but I needed to share :)
xoxo
delali.