Its 11 p.m.
I did it again.
I didn’t want to. I didn’t intend to.
I didn’t see it coming
I don’t know if I
should have or not
But I did it
I lost my shit last
night
Lost my temper, mind,
reasoning, religion
Whatever you want to
call it- I lost it
Lost it right into the
lap of my youngest, Forrest.
And not in a funny – “oh
my will eventually make a great sitcom episode” way.
No .
In the “What the hell
am I doing?”
And “God please repair
the heart I have broken”
Kind of way
That messed up.
The one ray of light
in the whole dysfunctional whirlwind was I didn’t look past the hurt on her
face-
It was there : raw ,
red and my doing.
Thank God it became my
undoing.
I watched internal
pain produce a desperate look and it floored me –
it made me to say to
myself “You incredible ass, what are
you doing”
And my blood pressure
was still up,
and my anger was still there (stupid as it
was)
and my selfishness
still gripped me –
but my spirit sank
like a lead weight.
Like a millstone hung
around my neck was that weight and it hurt.
I wanted to crawl in
the hole that I belonged in.
And I would have taken
a life of despair in exchange for her healing.
I wish I could have
made the trade.
But it doesn’t work
that way.
We cannot undo
We can only redo
The next moment
The next time
And
The next choice
I sent her upstairs
Afraid to have us in
the same room
Ashamed to let her see
the monster I was
It’s 11:05
5 minutes-
5 foolish, reckless,
damaging minutes
Heated, 0 to 1,000 in
30 seconds or less-
the moments have now past
And I can’t get them
back
No amount of grieving
can do that- and trust me I’ve tested the theory
Now at this point I
have a tendency to think the thoughts of the damned:
“What a lousy mother
you are”
“You are a freak”
“Seriously this is a request, not cancer”
“Seriously this is a request, not cancer”
“Don’t you love your child?”
“You always do this”
“Spare her please- she
would be better off without you”
The decent to the pit is a rapid one
When you let your conviction turn to condemnation.
And that is where I went……fast.
But then I realized some facts:
Yes I acted foolish
Yes my reaction was hurtful
And then
I saw what it was doing
And
I stopped.
I heard the conviction.
I listened.
And actually I listened much earlier than the last time I
lost it.
I fell down on my knees asking forgiveness
and asking twice over
that God would fill her with His truths and not my lies.
That He would comfort her and let her know how wildly
important and loved she is.
I pulled a small amount of myself together and humbly walked
the stairs , knowing what had to be done .
I sought and received her forgiveness.
I attempted to be back in her good graces.
That is going to take longer.
I understand that.
NO one wants to
snuggle up with the dog that just bit you.
I left her room and attempted to sleep.
I didn’t. The longer I lay there the madder I got.
At myself,
at my husband (honestly he is sleeping while I’m sniveling
in the dark)
And even at God
“Why Lord? Why does
this keep happening?
What is wrong with me?
Why won’t you just immerse me in your Holy Spirit and make
me like so many I see; happy walking in faith with you?”
And I kept on descending into the
Bowels of unhealthy thinking with:
“Yes I’m envious of other’s faith . They have a seamlessly, effortless,
wonderful, doubtless relationship with you .”
“Why can’t you just zap me into that?”
I am being brutally honest here
I actually said that
And then in the background
I am pretty sure I heard a Whaambulance.
Finally I shut up enough and did a few deep breaths.
I then heard that still yet commanding voice
“You want to hear from me? Then meet me.”
You want to know what I think? Then seek me”
O-U-C-H
“You want to know if I forgive you?”
“Yes Yes Lord I wan’t to know. How can I be forgiven?”
And I began my argument
“Shouldn’t I have a millstone around my neck?” Luke 17:2
“Doesn’t her angel see your very face in heaven? “ Matthew 18:10
I had asked and God
was faithful to answer:
“Your answer is not going to be here in the dark
writhing in your bed”
“Move , get up”
I roll out of bed and walk like a hunchback to
the couch. I grab my Bible, tears are
streaming down my face. I’m a total snot bubble and pretty sure I have created
a new breathing pattern for myself.
It is now
2 a.m.
I flop like the leader of the pity party that I
am on the cushions.
“Fine, fine” I
think , “I’m just going to randomly open up my Bible, roulette style, and see
what I get’
It wasn’t thought in hope.
It sure wasn’t spoken in expectation.
I half way thought that I would open up to a
passage
about a possessed woman or a the Philistine
foreskin story
or something that I can make hide nor hare out
of.
At this point it would have done me good to
remember that God can hear me even if I’m just thinking.
So I whip open my Bible and glare at it with
blurred vision
And this is what I read:
21 “Remember these things, Jacob,
for you,Israel ,
are my servant.
I have made you, you are my servant;
Israel , I will not forget you.
22 I have swept away your offenses like a cloud,
your sins like the morning mist.
Return to me,
for I have redeemed you.”
for you,
I have made you, you are my servant;
22 I have swept away your offenses like a cloud,
your sins like the morning mist.
Return to me,
for I have redeemed you.”
I thought I had lost it
But I was wrong
You can obviously go lower
You can be lower than prostrate
I got that low as I
was overwhelmed by God’s incredible Mercy
I wouldn’t forgive myself but
He reminded me that He didn’t need my permission in order for
His forgiveness to be granted.
And all He wanted was to
remind me –
Remember these things
What things?
The scripture above the remember scripture
speaks about idolatry and states this:
“Such a person feeds on ashes; a deluded heart misleads him;
he cannot save himself, or say,
“Is not this thing in my right hand a lie?”
he cannot save himself, or say,
“Is not this thing in my right hand a lie?”
I was feeding on ashes, convincing myself
that my self loathing accomplished something.
That gripping the “don’t forgive myself card” was righteous
What it was is the thing in my hand that was a lie
Then He reminded me I was His
“for you, Israel , are my servant”
His servant- one He choose to carry out His will
And that He made me.
“I have made you, you are my servant”
He choose me.
He didn’t get stuck with me in some cosmic Saint Sinner
League draft
or acquire me by default with a trade for Mother Teresa .
No. He decided to make me and then put me on His team.
Then He reminds me in the middle of my “me” mess
That He has not forgotten me.
“Israel ,
I will not forget you.”
My rambling about not being this way or that
or having what I see in others is a group of poop .
He has not forgotten me for one moment
And He proves it with God
action-
Demonstrative Love
22” I have swept away your offenses like a cloud,
your sins like the morning mist”
your sins like the morning mist”
He sweeps away my offenses like a cloud
Like a whispy frail
gas like as if it is nothing
My sins like the morning mist
Evaporated, faded into invisibility
NOT that the offense was nothing - no it was something and
it has consequences.
But it has NO POWER OVER HIM
HE SWEPS IT AWAY
A HOLY SHOO and it is gone before His presence.
At this point if I were God I would be like
“Ok I done dealt with your crud now please go slither away
somewhere and try to keep a low profile”
But God is not like me
His thoughts are not my thoughts (PRAISE JESUS)
And His ways are not my ways
He goes on :
“Return to me,”
I’m like “What? You
want me to come where You are? You almighty God want me to be hanging out
with you?”
“Umm do you not remember the past couple of hours?
The pain I caused,
the regrets I have ,
the snot I have produced, the pity party I held in my own
honor?”
And it’s at his point that He reminds me that
All of that is immaterial to WHAT HE WANTS.
He is not bound by me
or my thinking or my
behavior.
Because HE WANTS ME -
HE CAN HAVE ME.
Because of how HE handles
sin, death and the enemy, who just a few hours ago had all my attention.
Because the biggest reminder of all
HE saves for last:
“for I have redeemed you.”
He says “ I HAVE.”
And so it is.
And because of that my next moment can be new moment
A merciful moment,
a healing
moment.
And Forrest and I can share that moment together
in the arms of the only unfailing parent there ever is.
And together we can learn that
Grace is the
only thing that ever makes a way.
I have been encouraged by a number of great strong women one
who has encouraged me by reminding me that God loved me first and that anything
synonymous with Israel ,
Jacob, His servant, His Bride is in reference to His redeemed.
I am one such
redeemed and so are you.
So as you read scripture I would encourage you to rightful
by His Blood place your own name in scripture where the redeemed are.
For instance the above passage could be an encouragement to
you as such:
21 “Remember these things, your name,
for you, your name, are my servant.
I have made you, you are my servant;
Your name I will not forget you.
for you, your name, are my servant.
I have made you, you are my servant;
Your name I will not forget you.
22 I have swept away your offenses like a cloud,
your sins like the morning mist.
Return to me,
for I have redeemed you.” Your name
your sins like the morning mist.
Return to me,
for I have redeemed you.” Your name
And I pray today you are reminded of His great
love
Before you lose it
If you lose it
Or after you’ve lost it
Because at every stage
You have never been lost
You are always the Redeemed.
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