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   Saturday, July 17, 2010

Ashamed

I’ve been here before.

Now here I am again.

Standing at the door

Praying You’ll let me back in

 

To label me

A prodigal would be

Only scratching the surface

Of who I’ve been known to be

 

Turn me around, pick me up

Undo what I’ve become

Bring me back to the place

Of forgiveness and grace

I need You, I need Your help

I can’t do this myself

You’re the only one

Who can undo what I’ve become

 

I’ve focused on the score

But I could never win

Trying to ignore

A life of hiding my sin

 

To label me

A hypocrite would be

Only scratching the surface

Of who I’ve been known to be

 

Turn me around, pick me up

Undo what I’ve become

Bring me back to the place

Of forgiveness and grace

I need You, I need Your help

 I can’t do this myself

You’re the only one

Who can undo what I’ve become

 

Make every step lead me

Back to the sovereign that You

 

Turn me, pick me up

Undo what I’ve become

Bring me back to the place

Of forgiveness and grace

I need You, I need Your help

I can’t do this myself Jesus

You’re the only one who can undo

You are the only one who can undo

You are the only one who can undo

What I’ve become.

(Undo by Rush of Fools)

 

I’ve listen to this song A LOT these last two days.  It has sorta struck a very home chord with me since yesterday afternoon.  All of yesterday was a moment of really looking at myself: what I do, how I act, and the things I say.  And to be very honest with all of you I am completely ashamed, embarrassed, and humiliated at my behaviors, my actions (or lack thereof), and just the overall way of how I conduct my life.

 

These last three years now I have had no choice but to trust God’s plan for me.  Going from having cancer to this weird nerve condition in my foot that robbed me of my ability to walk, and therefore think at all with all the drugs I was on … I didn’t really have a choice in the matter of trusting God.  With the lack of choice I trusted my Savior wholeheartedly and made it through these last three years with a thankful heart and a soul that has been completely at peace with everything going on in my life.

 

Then yesterday I was given a choice.  Up until this moment I had been told I would never be able to work a job again that had me on my feet for eight hours a day.  I was told I wouldn’t be able to do massage any more.  When I first learned this I was frustrated at all the money, the loans, and the work I put into going to massage school.  But all that began to change as I went through this last year.  I began to write.  I began to write things down that in my heart I knew God wanted me to write.  Words, ideas, and various sections of books would come so clearly into my drug bogged head.  So I found comfort in the fact that this is the plan God had for me.  I found peace in never being able to do the things I had once thought I would do.  And in my writing I actually found a book publisher who is interested in my work.  I was happy, secure, and confident in the direction of my life because it’s not like I had a choice.

 

Yesterday I was given a choice.  My Physical Therapist told me that there was now a good chance I could go back to massage.  Granted it wouldn’t be any time soon, but if I worked hard I could work up to standing for 8 hours again on my leg in the next year.  I know, Wow, right?  I was in shock for most of the morning.  I didn’t even realize how much until today how much I had been in shock yesterday morning.

 

I thought everything had suddenly changed.  I dreaded telling my family because I thought they would usher me right back into massage.  I began to fear what everyone would think when I told them I wanted to stick with the writing rather than going back to the life I had been living.  And with all that fear came so much doubt my cheeks still burn with shame as I think on it right now as I type these words.  In the span of a few hours I somehow managed to put all the possibilities and everyone else’s will higher and before the will of my Lord.  With this sudden choice I began to doubt, and question, what God wanted of me and from me…despite the fact I had been so at peace, confident, and comfortable in this knowledge for several months now.  In giving me one choice … I became such a hypocrite of everything I talk about and believe … and stopped trusting in my Lord and Savior.

 

I talked the talk, but yesterday I stopped walking the walk.  When I realized that one simple thing I had to look back at all my other steps.  Did I honestly just stop trusting in God because of the possible verbal lashings I would get?  What does that say about my faith?  It says a bunch of things I’m not too proud of, and a bunch of things I want to change.  As I sat there thinking about all this I was reminded of the weekend my Church had a missionary come to visit.  He was a missionary from India.  He brought with him a video of the persecution Christians were receiving over in India.  The video was heart breaking as grown men would run and kick, repeatedly strike with fists and sticks, and stomp down on a 13 year old boy who wouldn’t bow down to their idols.  This young boy’s faith was strong enough to face a blood thirsty mob.  He trusted God enough to endure all of that, and never once give in to make it stop.  He could have bowed to their idols in action, and not out of belief or agreement…….simply to get home safely.  He didn’t.  He didn’t because he had trust in our Savior.  Because he had a faith I don’t.  And I envy him.

 

Talk about being ashamed.  I thought of that young boy and what he did … and here I was losing my trust because of the possible verbal lashing I would get.  No one was threatening me with sticks.  There was no angry mob outside, ready to drag me out my own home to beat me.  And yet I faltered.  I stopped trusting.  I have been preaching and writing and saying all these things about how much I love Christ, how much He has done in my life, and how wonderful everything is now that I have HIM in my world.  And then at the first sign of a choice I stumble, question, and let go of my trust.   I’m not very proud right now.

 

But I am grateful.  I am grateful for this self realization.  I am grateful to see how shallow my faith has been.  Because now I can change it.  Now that I see it I can do something about it.  I don’t want to be a person who can’t stand before an angry mod with blood lust in their eyes, and say  “No I will not bow down to your temptations!”  I want that sort of faith.  I hunger for that sort of trust.  And I hope in this next year I won’t be so easily convinced that I have it.  Because right now I don’t.  I am in the shallow end of the pool, wading toward the deeper end.  But there is a lot of water to walk through to get there, and there are a lot of not so pretty things I need to learn about myself before I can correct them.

 

One of them being how ungrateful I have been about a gift God has given me.  I can’t count the number of times I have heard others pray about, wish about, yearn for, and hope that one day they will know what Christ wants them to do with their lives.  I am sure anyone who reads this can relate to the want and need of what they are supposed to be doing with their life and talents.  I am lucky.  I don’t know why I am lucky, but I have been truly blessed.  My Lord and Savior has shown me what He wants me to do.  I know in my heart God wants me to write the things in my heart and in my head.  It probably sounds strange to know I feel it in my heart to be a Christian writer, but I won’t flinch this time.  Christ has blessed me with the ability to put together words in a way people seem to enjoy; in a way people seem to understand.  And I understand now that the first step in having the sort of faith I want, is not being afraid to say God’s will for me out loud.

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