Here’s something I did not understand until today:
Unhealed pain creeps into the dark corners of our hearts, lying and locking the healing out. If I cannot embrace and accept that pain, neither will Jesus ever be invited into it. He’s not going to break down the door, but waits to be invited in. (Have you ever willingly embraced a hurt in order to let Jesus heal?)
I want to share a message by Christa Black Gifford here because it is so good, but in particular the section between 9:10 & 10:25 hit me like a ton of bricks
–> http://media.perpetuatech.com/watch?v=RkFBMTM3NDJDMw# (Here is my own little transcript of the good stuff because I’m very much a reading/writing type of learner)
If you cannot connect with God, I guarantee you it is because you have not connected with your own heart.
[We say] ‘No God, it’s all about you…’ No it isn’t… and let me tell you why: he had that. It’s called Pre-Creation.
He didn’t like it, so he created you.
He said ‘It’s not all about Me, it’s all about Me and you.’ The fullness of you combined with the fullness of Me…
It would be way better if it was all him, okay? Guys, we have to take ownership in the equation. He made you as a mini-him, a co-creator with him
We have to move out of the slavery zone into the friendship zone where we are completely submitted to him and we begin to act as co-creators to create things on this universe…
Friends, my heart began to beat out of my chest when I heard that. Because I am SO all about pushing all the glory onto God and refusing to see my own mess as something I have control over. Control, in that I have the right as a child of God to ask for help. Instead however, I become the slave in worship – Yes Lord, Yes Lord, it’s all You. And I deny it until my heart bursts and I land in the emergency room.
This is not biblical.
My messy, messy heart is so beloved by Him. He wants to be invited into it. Yes, to clean it up, but also to just be there in the mess. My dad once told me that if there was no such thing as time, everything in the whole universe would happen faster than the blink of an eye. That is how we wish pain would would work, but guess what – it sticks around as long as it pleases. And being that pain is unavoidable in this broken world… if it has to happen, I can think of no better Comforter to be there. He wants to stand there sweeping while I throw tantrums face down in the carpet. He is gloriously patient, loving, and so willing to work it all out alongside us.