As a young woman I was constructed by the world’s
expectations. I had siding and a roof on
top, but inside was a different story.
At first I thought the inside was empty, but what I realized was that
the inside was filled with distortions of the truth; wishes of who I would like
to be and shame for who I wasn’t. In
that warped mix was frustration from trying to be who I wasn’t and
disappointment when I was successful at it.
My journey to my real
self happened over many years and through a lot of tears, frustration and
glimpses of joy. These steps were taken
hand in hand with Jesus, who enduringly anticipated his own moment of joy knowing
that the simple touch of his hand would hold seismic effects on my heart.
When I submitted myself to Jesus he renovated the inside
with his truth. Truth that had to make its way through a lot of deception and
self-gratification. But his truth had
the power to do that. His truth brought
more un-learning in my life than any acquisition of knowledge. I un-learned my way back to him. Already knowing somewhere deep down inside
that his truth was my real truth too. I
could release my hold on the things I clung to that I thought would bring me
fulfillment. Instead, I grabbed on to him
with my heart and released my grip of everything else in this world. Only by holding everything loosely could I
hold on to myself. My true self. Not my earthly self, but my eternal being which was made holy, full
and complete by the God who created me.
The most loving God that pours truth into us when we submit and choose
to believe. When our attention is well
developed beyond mortal distractions and honed in on the holy; The holy that’s in our spiritual DNA, the
holy that we are called to be, the holy that holds the promise of hope like no
one, or anything else in this world. The
holy that says you are mine. The holy that commands: I
AM holy, so you be holy too.
I am holy when I look outside myself and see and serve
the other holies. Together we create a blanket
of holy across this earth. That’s the
Body of Christ in its truest form. That’s
the vehicle the Holy Spirit works through to bring holy to a fallen world. I won’t think of the struggle to be holy
right now, I’m just going to revel in God’s vision of His Spirit in us all,
spanning the globe and covering it in his love. In my mind it is a beautiful picture of a patchwork
quilt that has the image of the cross stretched across it. Stitched in a sacrificial love and covered in
grace. An irresistible holy that
envelopes, heals and transforms. A spectacular holy I’m privileged to be a part
of and compelled to share!
As a Christian Life
Coach I walk with others on similar paths.
If you’d like some company on your journey with Jesus and want to move
from where you are to where he wants you to be, then let’s chat. He may have prepared me in advance just to
coach and champion you at this very time.
