Today, I invite you to tell the real-talk truth about imperfection. My offering is a poem. What truth of imperfection is rising up in you? What have you learned about being imperfect? I’ve learned I don’t have to be always perfect. God is doing a good work in me, work that I cannot even begin to do. He is faithful. And His work is perfectly good.
What do you do when life grates against your core?
What do you choose to remember when soul and mind are is disagreement or disarray?
Do you lean in? Walk away? Bury your head in the sand?
Is dissonance a stigma, or does it point you to a deeper truth?
I find myself in a new season. It’s one of pruning, releasing, settling, and restoration. All. At. Once. It’s a bit overwhelming when dissonance shows up on your doorstep. It demands attention. It requires my sight and my heart. So today I am listening, leaning in to the whisper.
I’ve lived much of my life in compartments. Writing about difficult subjects made me tear down walls and rebuild foundational dreams. I could see hope in the spaces between the healing and the hurt. They were not in vain. An invitation to just be and to be whole drew me in. There was room, spacious room, for my heart to live a better story even among the ashes.
Living through the uncomfortable places forced me to see the coals of my life, only they were no longer coals. Glimmers of diamonds burst from crushed and bent places. Losses were no longer dead weights around my neck. Losses were no longer shameful or points of contention to be avoided. The compression, the intense pressure, and pain no longer frighten me. Instead, they remind me God makes beautiful things from the dust of my life.
I originally posted this in November 2013, but it still resonates with me, so here it is again. Because some words never lose their power.
Break out of your comfort zone. You were made for more, so much more. Have you purposefully chosen to live in the in between moments? Now’s a good time to take stock of what really matters. Now is a good time to allow discomfort to propel you to the more your life was designed for.
Think of this … You’ll land the dream job, then what? You’ll get the salary you want, then what? You’ll pay off your debts, then what? You’ll do that dream thing you’ve been wanting to for years, and then what? You’ll break barriers and tear down walls that lead to freedom, and then what? Will you have “arrived?”
To walk by faith and not by sight, takes every ounce of what little belief I have but I’m going to hold faith and believe anyway. This business of wrestling with God till He answers is all I have for the present moment. No human intervention will suffice. No human help will suffice. What I need now is the fullness and presence of God, for in Him is all I need. This is not just some pie in the sky statement. It is matter of fact. It is the essence of my faith and believing.
Is God who He says He is? Does God really do what He says He can do? Can I really trust God? Can I tell Him how I really feel without reprisal? These are not indictments against the character of God. Because, let’s be honest, who would want to be in relationship with a god you fear will harm you or trample your will. Think about it. I’m not asking you to agree. I’m telling you my story and the rocky bumps jutting up from the ground of my not-so-strong faith. I am imperfect. I don’t always believe right or well. Sometimes I chose the lie. Sometimes I have doubted God. Does this make me any less of a Christ follower? Does it condemn me to a life in hell? Does it steal me away from faith? No. Continue reading