Why is it that as Believers we have such a hard time being REAL with each other? Why is it so hard to ADMIT that we're STRUGGLING or DEPRESSED or ANGRY or DOUBTFUL? Since when did Christianity become so stinkin' POLITE that we are afraid to be honest with each other when we feel KICKED to the curb and can't see GOD anywhere? Why are we so afraid to LEAN on each other for strength, rip open our festering wounds, and BEG for healing?
PRIDE and FEAR.
They certainly know how to hold me back. PRIDE over admitting that I might not be PERFECT (as if everyone around me doesn't know that already!). FEAR of not being ACCEPTED by the people I love when they see my SIN. FEAR that people will think LESS of me when they realize that I DON'T have it all together. PRIDE in thinking that I don't NEED other Believers on this challenging journey. FEAR that my FAITH is less worthy if I admit what I'm really feeling on the inside. FEAR that NO ONE will CARE. FEAR of being CRITICIZED by other believers instead of being MINISTERED to.
Never have I felt so PRESSED in by God's almighty thumb. Oh, it's from a KIND and MERCIFUL hand, but it's still a pressing.
You know why? Because God is NOT SATISFIED. He's not satisfied with letting HIS CHILDREN stay in their MESS. Just as I change Ava's diaper when she fills it with poo, God in His ALMIGHTY WISDOM wants MORE for me when I'm "full of poo".
He wants HEALING and FREEDOM for His children.
LOVE. HIS LOVE. THAT'S WHY.
There's no room for fear and pride in HIS LOVE.
PRIDE and FEAR.
They certainly know how to hold me back. PRIDE over admitting that I might not be PERFECT (as if everyone around me doesn't know that already!). FEAR of not being ACCEPTED by the people I love when they see my SIN. FEAR that people will think LESS of me when they realize that I DON'T have it all together. PRIDE in thinking that I don't NEED other Believers on this challenging journey. FEAR that my FAITH is less worthy if I admit what I'm really feeling on the inside. FEAR that NO ONE will CARE. FEAR of being CRITICIZED by other believers instead of being MINISTERED to.
Never have I felt so PRESSED in by God's almighty thumb. Oh, it's from a KIND and MERCIFUL hand, but it's still a pressing.
You know why? Because God is NOT SATISFIED. He's not satisfied with letting HIS CHILDREN stay in their MESS. Just as I change Ava's diaper when she fills it with poo, God in His ALMIGHTY WISDOM wants MORE for me when I'm "full of poo".
He wants HEALING and FREEDOM for His children.
LOVE. HIS LOVE. THAT'S WHY.
There's no room for fear and pride in HIS LOVE.
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