God tries to take away our distractions when we lose sight if him. But He never takes away our choice.
It is the human condition to drown, the work of the Spirit to open our eyes to the water, the work if Christ to lift us out of the water, and the love of the Father that never gives up hope that we will soon reach for him.
It is also the human condition to be afraid. We fear the unknown. We fear hoping for more because the pain we live in daily is familiar. When I looked away from God, I bandaged my heart with cursing, self love, and a distrust of morals, instead of allowing him to heal my heart. He took away my pride. He took away what I could point to and say, I'm still a Christian. He removed from me everything I pursued that distracted me from him, and I cursed Him for not caring about me.
He is swift to forgive. In one breath I felt my heart healed and my spirit filled. A joy that I feared because I feared to lose it returned to me and He said He never left me and never would. Then, He gave me full confidence and joy. I was back to who I was, who I truly am.
Sunday, May 22, 2011
Sunday, May 8, 2011
You are Walking on a Road
You are walking on a road. Each side is so thickly lined with trees that you cannot see even a foot past. It is a dirt path, well kept, but rarely used. It is a warm day, not sweltering, but warm enough that you toy with the idea of taking off your outer layers. As you walk, you notice the way the leaves on the trees play with the sunlight. You tilt your head from side to side and weave back and forth, laughing as you see the lights dance, but you never wander so far that the light disappears from view.
As the day grows on, the sun stays in the same place, westward ahead of you. Before too long, you tire of your game with the leaves and take to walking very near one edge of trees and then very near the other. You begin to get more and more careless, spinning across the road, and even closing your eyes. The sun goes out of view every time you get near enough to touch the tree line. You don’t notice the roots of the tree in front of you sticking out of the ground. Your foot catches on it and for a soundless second you fall, grasping for anything. The trees are on the edge of a cliff and you are falling. You reach and your hand finds a single protruding root. Hanging there, terror fills your body and the world becomes sharply focused. Everything around you is covered in the shadow of the trees. Looking up, you can barely make out jewels of light through the branches.
Your grip begins to slip. You cry out for help. Looking down, all you can see is the edge of the cliff and darkness below. The root slithers out of your hand and you are falling. You scream into the trees. Then you stop. A hand has grabbed your wrist and pulls you back up, through the trees and onto the path. Your feet land on ground and you look up to see who saved you. But no one is there. Shaken, you walk back onto the path, wondering if you made it back up by yourself, or if someone, or something, saved you.
As the day grows on, the sun stays in the same place, westward ahead of you. Before too long, you tire of your game with the leaves and take to walking very near one edge of trees and then very near the other. You begin to get more and more careless, spinning across the road, and even closing your eyes. The sun goes out of view every time you get near enough to touch the tree line. You don’t notice the roots of the tree in front of you sticking out of the ground. Your foot catches on it and for a soundless second you fall, grasping for anything. The trees are on the edge of a cliff and you are falling. You reach and your hand finds a single protruding root. Hanging there, terror fills your body and the world becomes sharply focused. Everything around you is covered in the shadow of the trees. Looking up, you can barely make out jewels of light through the branches.
Your grip begins to slip. You cry out for help. Looking down, all you can see is the edge of the cliff and darkness below. The root slithers out of your hand and you are falling. You scream into the trees. Then you stop. A hand has grabbed your wrist and pulls you back up, through the trees and onto the path. Your feet land on ground and you look up to see who saved you. But no one is there. Shaken, you walk back onto the path, wondering if you made it back up by yourself, or if someone, or something, saved you.
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