Chat’s with my Younger Self Series
Younger Self, you are a free spirit. I have seen it since you were little. You liked big imaginative play that few others understood or participated in. You’re a bit of a rebel too. You like taking charge and doing things your own way. I like how God created you to be able to jump in the deep end of the pool before you knew how to swim. God gave you a risk taking sense of adventure. I remember all the school plays you were in and all the backyard productions you hosted. He also gave you a confidence in your voice. This has gotten you into a lot of scrapes and you’ve died on the sword of having to be right many times, but it IS the voice He gave you. I now can see why. The story that He’s been building in you, with all its twists and turns and highs and lows, needs to be told.
Younger self, there is coming a day when you will start telling this story. His story. That wonderful love story of our great God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ and empowering Holy Spirit. The story where you are lost and broken. The story where he is the hero. The story of His pursuit, redemption, and restoration of you. Its a story full of danger and excitement. Many times, you will want the story to end. But He is faithfully writing it, from the your first breath to your last and all the ones in between.
Younger self, get ready to go and tell of the great things that HE HAS DONE!
So, now that I am living as my older self and telling the story, means I am risking more than ever. Telling His story in my life involves a lot of painful vulnerability. Admitting to the world that I am an absolute wreck. That I have blown it as a mom and wife the better part of the last 30 years. Sometimes it seems that as I look at the effort of my life, all that I can see are piles of ashes. BUT GOD! In the Messianic prophecy chapter of Isaiah 61, God has promised to a despairing, hopeless, and captive generation, just like me,…
to comfort all who mourn;
3 to grant to those who mourn in Zion—
to give them a beautiful headdress instead of ashes,
the oil of gladness instead of mourning,
the garment of praise instead of a faint spirit;
that they may be called oaks of righteousness,
the planting of the Lord, that he may be glorified.[c]
4 They shall build up the ancient ruins;
they shall raise up the former devastations;
they shall repair the ruined cities,
the devastations of many generations.
We all want the comfort, the beauty, the gladness, the praise, the planting, the building up, the raising up and the repair. But I can’t think of a single person that wants the mourning, the ashes, the faint spirit, the planting process, the ruins or the devastation.
However, that is exactly what YEARS of my life have been filled with. Why? The easy answer is sin and the sin cursed world we live in. The mysterious answer is that God has allowed great heartache as the canvas for contrast. The hard answer is MY sin. My sin of idolatry. My sinful pursuit of validation and praise and worth in anything other than the Lord Jesus Christ. My jealousy. My discontent. My anger. My rebellion. My becoming the pharisee and placing the burden of perfectly keeping the law, what ever the law was in my own mind, on my children. My sin of the bitter and mocking spirit I had for my husband who could not fix all the problems. Oh the ashes. Oh the locust swarms that I sent out.
If I did not believe that I would see the goodness of the Lord in the land of the living, I would despair. If He had stopped pursuing me, I would be undone. If He hadn’t convinced me of my right standing with him, I would fall and never get up. BUT God has wooed me and has never forsaken me. He has kept hold of me. I think my ashes have sat long enough that they have turned into soil. He is allowing me to see green shoots poking their heads up from those piles of rubble. He is allowing me to see the beauty that can and will be made from my ashes. He has, as Paul writes to the Ephesians:
“caused the eyes of me heart to be enlightened, that I may know what is the hope to which he has called me, and what are the riches of his glorious inheritance in the saints, 19 and what is the immeasurable greatness of his power toward us who believe.”
This process, my friends, is called the Christian Life. It’s called sanctification and redemption. Its called promise. Its called hope.
Its called Jesus.
The name above all names. The name by which we must be saved. There is no other name! JESUS! Fly to him! Answer the call of Matthew 11:28-30
Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls.