In the Name of Love

Heart Upon Re-entry

“Heart Upon Re-entry” by Jim Carrey

So many people have been wounded and abused in the name of love. I have been sensing that a lot just don’t even know what it truly is anymore. It has been downgraded and perverted in so many ways. It has been used as a weapon for verbal, physical and sexual abuses; so much so, there is a large group of people that have simply sworn off “falling in love” and put up walls so high and deep for protection.

A good majority of people have been duped by the entertainment industry into what they think love is: an expectation of frilly, feel-good “love” that leaves you with this floating, euphoric feeling all the time. Although there may be brief moments of that, it’s not real love. Real love isn’t necessarily a feeling. You do feel it, but most of the time, you have to make the choice to love. Sometimes that choice is going to be the hardest one you will ever make. It is way below the surface. I like to compare it to the ocean. The ocean is breathtaking when you’re standing on the shore looking at it; especially during a sunrise or sunset. It’s peaceful to sit and listen to the lull of the waves. It’s fun to swim in the refreshing waters. It’s thrilling to catch waves on a surfboard. BUT, the depth of its beauty is deep below the surface. You have to dive deep into it, you have to be prepared for it, and it can be intimidating and scary. But, the awe-inspiring beauty is worth it.

“…but for Adam no suitable helper was found, so the Lord God caused the man to fall into a deep sleep…then the Lord God made a woman…and he brought her to the man. The man said, “This is now bone of my bones and flesh of my flesh; she shall be called ‘woman’ for she was taken out of man” for this reason a man will leave his father and mother and be united to his wife, and they will become one flesh. The man and his wife were both naked, and they felt no shame” (Gen. 2:20-25)

When we partake of this surface-type “love”, it is guaranteed that at some point you will feel chewed up and spit out. When this happens there’s a part of you that blames yourself, leaving you feeling less than worthy of the something beautiful you were hoping and dreaming for. So now, each time someone new comes along, you swim in more shallow waters. This in turn pushes the other person away because there is a lack of trust. The baggage from the first swimmer is put on the next. It’s a vicious cycle and no one comes out feeling empowered, loved or free. Participating in all the things intended for marriage will always leave you empty and a piece of your soul connected to someone that doesn’t want the connection anymore. Thankfully, our God is one who Loves to Restore and Heal ALL things; especially our broken hearts.

I’ve now been married for almost 18 years. Our marriage is like every other (honest) one; like a roller coaster. Full of thrills, scares, unexpected turns, ups and downs. Several years ago, I went through a period that I just didn’t know what I felt anymore. My life had shattered into pieces and left me not recognizing how broken I was. Unfortunately, my husband took the brunt of my mess. Despite the mess I was, he showed up and walked out and fought for his unconditional love for me. See, I was such a jacked up mess that I didn’t even know how to accept his love and tried to push it away. When you’ve convinced yourself that you’re not worthy of something deep and meaningful, you settle yourself and wait for the other shoe to drop. If you don’t go beyond the fun beginning, then you don’t have to start sacrificing yourself. Real love is sacrificial. It’s compromising. It’s merging your life’s hopes and dreams with your spouse’s and sometimes some of those things don’t line up the way you imagined they would. Real love is searching out multiple avenues of communication to ensure your spouse is hearing and receiving in a healthy way. We all have an individual language and when we become One in our marriage commitment, we have to find a new language the both of us can speak and understand. This new language is created through some blood, sweat and tears; well, at least it was for us. Some of you might still be in denial because “everything is awesome”! When I had doubts of “my choice”, the Lord showed me it wasn’t really my choice, but His. He gifted me a husband that would be the manifestation of His unconditional love for me, through all my ridiculousness, my brokenness, in my mess, in my self-loathing and in all the beautiful moments of my life.

This isn’t all about marital love. Marriage is just one facet of Love.

I’ve learned unconditional love from my kids, too. This parenting thing is so much harder than I ever thought it would be. For a lot of my younger years I was told I’d never be able to have children, so I settled quite easily on not wanting children. I wasn’t heartbroken over it at all. But then again, I was a hot mess and didn’t know it. Then, I got married, and after a few years I started having that “twinge” to want kids. We now have four children and they all leave my head spinning and show me daily how much more of my flesh needs to die. I have likely apologized more than I’ve taught. But, like most parents, I would move Heaven and Earth to protect them and do everything in my power for them. God, our Heavenly Father, loves us unconditionally, even more than we love our own kids.

I had a long, hard road to be able to call on God as my “Father”. Every single one of us grew up with flawed parents and it’s guaranteed that every single one of us will be a flawed parent. Not one of us gets out of this parenting game with a perfect score. Some of our mess-ups create wounds and scars and I had some from my childhood. Because of that, I had a hard time thinking about God as my father because I was comparing Him to my earthly father. Now, I need to state that I love my dad unconditionally; no matter the ups and downs we’ve had over the course of my life. God is a restorer of families because family holds His heart more than anything else.

So, when we compare our Heavenly Father to a downgraded and flawed version, we’ve missed it. That’s where my struggle was and that’s where the Lord met me on my healing journey. Showing me who He truly was and He continues to do this. He moved Heaven to open up the way for us to experience Him as our Daddy. For a long time, I couldn’t understand why my Mom called God “Daddy”. Today as I write this, now I know. We all have a craving deep in our souls to have a meaningful and fulfilling relationship with our Dads (Mom’s too). There’s something powerful that happens when your Dad speaks encouragement over you and when he declares his love for you. This is what God our Father does. Reading His words of adoration for His creation and His children is indescribably fulfilling and empowering. You learn who you were created to be. You find your purpose in this crazy life. Without getting too political or polarizing, there’s something that has to be said. This is just my observation and opinion (there, you have my disclosure). My generation and the generations following, there is a huge deficit of fathers. I see SO many people that unbeknownst to them, they are searching out for that kind of love and acceptance. They’re seeking and continually landing on downgraded, abusive and perverted versions of the real thing. It absolutely shatters my heart. There are people everyday that are around you suffering from ignorance of what love truly is. We all need it, we all crave it; we were created from love and for love.

I’m so desperate for others to experience the transformative power of unconditional love.

When I say, “I love you all”, I absolutely mean it. You are loved and valued; you have a purpose and plan over your life that you were created to fulfill. Everything has purpose for your purpose and we walk into that from a place of love. I pray you have a pure encounter with this breathtaking, unconditional love.

I will leave you with a couple of scriptures that speak about this.

Psalm 139:13-16 “For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother’s womb. I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful. I know that full well. My frame was not hidden from you when I was made in the secret place. When I was woven together in the depths of the earth, your eyes saw my unformed body. All the days ordained for me were written in your book before on of them came to be.”

John 3:16-17 ”For God so loved the world that He gave His one and only Son, that whoever believes in Him shall not perish but have eternal life. For God did not send His Son into the world to condemn the world, but to save the world through Him.”

1 Cor. 13:1-13 “If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal. If I have the gift of prophesy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but have not love, I am nothing. If I give all I possess to the poor and surrender my body to the flames, but have not love, I gain nothing. Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails….but when perfections comes, the imperfect disappears. When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put childish ways behind me. Now we see but a poor reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part’ then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known. And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.

Song of Solomon 8:6-7 “Place me like a seal over your heart, like a seal on your arm; for love is as strong as death, its jealousy unyielding as the grave. It burns like blazing fire, like a mighty flame. Many waters cannot wash it away. If one were to give all the wealth of his house for love, it would be utterly scorned.”

Eph. 3:14-19 “For this reason I kneel before the Father, from whom His whole family in Heaven and on earth derives its name. I pray that out of His glorious riches He may strengthen you with power through His Spirit in your inner being, so that Christ may dwell in your hearts through faith. And I pray that you, being rooted and established in love, may have power, together with all the saints, to grasp how wide and long and high and deep is the love of Christ, and to know this love that surpasses knowledge – that you may be filled to the measure of all the fullness of God.”

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Memorial Sacrifice

Memorial Day (here in the USA) is a day to remember all our service men and women who have laid down their lives for our freedom. Their blood on the battlefield has been payment for the freedoms we live under in this country. My admiration for these people and their families is and will always be indescribable.

When we are in love with someone, we think about them all the time. Since this past holiday weekend, I couldn’t help but think about Jesus laying His life down for my freedoms as well. The freedoms that transcend the place I reside in; these freedoms gifted to me go so far beyond. They give me peace in the midst of storms, provisions in my needs, love for the “unlovable”, forgiveness for everything not apologized for, forgiveness for myself and all the things I’ve ever said and done, an eternal freedom in Heaven when my time is done here on this Earth. This freedom is like a breath of the fresh air on the first day of spring, breathing in all the fragrance of the budding flowers and grass; all the new life coming into bloom. His willingness to give up His life for me so that I can experience these freedoms leaves me blown away every moment of every day.

Then, I’m left with this question for myself: Is there anything in my life that I’m willing to lay down in sacrifice for Him? When you’ve been blessed with a freedom like this, you want to do something to honor it. Not because you have to or because it’s required, but because your heart is filled with gratitude. How has my life honored this? Am I just enjoying the freedoms or am I truly honoring it.

I wrote about this in a previous blog post (Net-Breaking Blessing) that I’m constantly being reminded of. This story about Simon Peter (Luke 5:1-11), a fisherman by trade, had been out all night long trying to bring in a harvest and was grossly unsuccessful. Pulled his boat to shore early that morning, cleaning off the nets and closing up his day and likely full of frustration and discouragement, is now asked by Jesus to use his boat. He then gets Jesus on his boat, puts out a bit from the shore and Jesus preaches a message to all who were following him. After the message, Jesus tells him to go out into the deeper waters and cast his nets on the right side of the boat. After a long night of unsuccessful fishing, the last thing I’d want to do is more fishing. But, he did it and not only did Jesus fill the nets with fish, they were in such abundance the nets were breaking and the boat was sinking! Once they got to shore, Simon Peter was in awe of this miraculous thing that had just taken place. Jesus spoke purpose over him and Simon Peter’s reaction was to leave his blessing right there on the shore to follow Jesus into an unknown future.

I share this to say, what have we sacrificed out of our adoration of Jesus and the blessings He’s gifted us? How could we become fishers of men if we hold onto the blessing for ourselves? How would we gain wisdom without trials? How would we grasp a hold of peace if it weren’t for storms? How would we recognize the amazing and lush greens of our Promised Land if we hadn’t experienced the elements of the desert? The thing we have to continually sacrifice is our flesh. Our flesh wants the fruit from the Tree of Knowledge of Good and Evil when wisdom tells us the Tree of Life is all we truly need. Our flesh wants the blessings without sacrificing some comforts to become all the Lord has called us to be. I suppose Simon Peter could have still been a fisher of men while enjoying the spoils of that net-breaking haul, but I don’t believe he would have been as successful as we was. He still would have reached lives, but not at the level of impact that he had. No matter our choices, the Lord will use us. It’s our choice to learn and understand Heaven’s accounting. Simon Peter became more blessed than that load of fish. Wholly blessed, inside and out, not just isolated to his bank account.

So, my challenge is this: to be willing to lay my life down in sacrifice, walking away from what appears to be the blessing I’ve been praying and hoping for; realizing that if that is so amazing, He has something so much better in store. We have to strive not for the blessings, but for the purpose He has on our lives. It’s not about me, it’s about Him working through me to reach the ones who haven’t met Him yet. Becoming “fishers of men” in this life.

Wounded Warriors, Please Stand Up

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I had this phrase going through my head all day & then while getting ready for the day, was given a vision of soldiers fighting to climb up the side of a cliff.
I heard, “You’ve continually been kicked down, beat down, knocked down; but you keep getting up. You know there’s more than this disappointment that you’ve experienced. Some have chosen to accept defeat, accept the victim mentality, and accept the orphan spirit. But, you have not. In fact, every time you get knocked down, you get back up, angrier than before. It’s a righteous anger because you know who you are. You know WHOSE you are! Your dreams I have given you are worth this fight. No one else understands it, but you do. In the midst of all the rejection, you have refused to listen to rejection & turned it into understanding & compassion. You have refused the unforgiving bitterness that has tried to creep in and spoke out my love over all. Every time you chose to do this, you have moved up higher. I know it hasn’t felt this way, but in the feeling of this free-fall, it has been the opposite. You are going to open your eyes & you will see I have placed you high on top. Because of the battle you’ve endured, your loving compassion will instinctively reach out and start to pull others up to where you are. Guarding and protecting them, healing them, giving them whatever provision they need. You will have what they need because I am giving it to you. You will have an overabundant supply of everything because you have been faithful with the ‘not enough’ you’ve had during this battle. You see more clearly with your Faith Eyes than you do your physical. This is what my plan was for you during your solitude. I know you’ve felt lonely, but I also know that you knew I was here with you. I have captured every tear that you have cried. They all have had a purpose; a cleansing for you. You have become what I have always planned for you to be. You are my new creation, my philanthropic missionary. You will be the answer to peoples’ prayers, I will send you to heal the sick, love the broken hearts and spread my Parental love to the parentless. I will use you and the others I have connected you with to break this orphan spirit that has encapsulated so many.”

 
For those looking up that steep cliffside, feeling discouraged, beat down & unworthy; I know how you feel. I understand how it feels to be under the condemnation of bad choices made, under the “fault” from others’ bad choices, wide-open ears to the lies of gossip & rejection.
I say all that to tell you this: Yes, you have been a victim. Do you need this validation? If so, hear this validation, but please also hear that being the victim is NOT WHO YOU ARE! You have so much more to do with your life & for others you come in contact with. It’s time for you to get up, dust yourself off of all that junk that’s clinging on! You know deep inside it doesn’t belong. It won’t be easy, but it will be SO worth it!! Shake off the lies & start climbing!

Quiet

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I set out this morning to simply rest; to calm my mind and emotions. Of course, when I say I’m going to do this, the noise seems louder and more chaotic!

I’ve been meditating on this whole “rest thing” for a couple of weeks now. Some days I’m good but others, not so much. Lately, I’ve been anxious over a lot for things that I can’t even put into words. Just this morning I was blessed with tangible quiet time. The Bigs were at school, husband at work and the Littles playing quietly together. This is a strange and rare occurrence in my house. I slouched down on the couch, exhaled and began going down my Prayer List. Suddenly I heard a stern “Stop!” It took me by surprise a little, but I shut up. I stopped talking and simply sat there in the quiet. Sometimes that quiet is all we’re supposed to do. This morning, it overwhelmed me. I didn’t have an understanding of it, but I knew the Lord was ministering to my Spirit.

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Later on I sat down with the Littles to eat lunch, normal conversation, normal clean up and then as I was reading something, my understanding came from my 2-yr old. She came to me with a request, “peas help”, then sat and waited for my response. She had complete faith and confidence in me that I would answer her request. This revelation is so simple, but it floored me! Why do I have difficulty doing this? I ask and ask and ask without ever shutting my mouth long enough for a response. His still, quiet voice won’t ever be heard over my loud mouth!

Matthew 7:25-26 “I tell you, do not worry about your life; what you will eat or drink; or about your body, what you will wear…look at the birds of the air, they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your Heavenly Father feeds them.”

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Matthew 7:33 “But seek first His Kingdom and His Righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well”

“Things and provisions were created to pursue the ones that pursue God.” – Creflo Dollar

 

Today I will accomplish this! I am pursuing God because at the end of the day He is all I will ever want and need. His gift of righteousness is more than I can fathom, yet it is mine.

He is not a “Santa Claus God”; He is our Creator, our Provider, our Healer, our Restoration and our Heavenly Father. There is no need to continually shed tears over the same things daily. It’s been taken care of. He knows my heart; He holds my tears in His Hands. I’m not saying it’s bad to be upset about something. It’s our broken hearts crying out for healing or desperate pleas for a need to be met. The thing is, we’re always being healed of something, walking/struggling through the desert, climbing a mountain or sitting in a valley. He is in the midst of it all; meeting every single need we have. The key is finding His Peace in it all.

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I find myself looking for His miraculous nature daily, when in reality; I’m already living in it. Everyday is a miracle; some big, some small, but we are miracles! We awake and lie down with the sun. Every breath we’re gifted to breathe is a miracle! What are we doing with that breath for this day? Some days I feel I’ve failed because all I’ve done is kept kids fed and alive. But, these kids, as taxing as some days are, are being shaped and molded into World Changers! Some days I feel like the sandpaper, making noticeable progress; doing something worthy. Other days, I feel like the potter’s wheel, just spinning around in circles. But, regardless of what tool I am for the day, I’m a useful one in the Hands of the Master.

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One random act of kindness, one encouraging word, one prayer for a sick child or a broken heart will be used for a purpose and those breaths you’ve breathed in those moments may be somebody’s miracle; their answered prayer.

I’m always going to be a work in progress. Today’s lesson is to wait patiently. Wait quietly. In the midst of it all, He will use me for His Glory.

Mark 11:24 “Whatever you ask for in prayer, believe you have received it and it will be yours.”

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