Sunday, May 5, 2013

Walking into Freedom

Walls come tumbling down
Walls I've built so high
Walls I thought protected me
That really kept me bound
 
Sunlight shines in darkness
On places long kept hidden
Pushing away the shadows
That I've used to keep me safe
 
Exposing what's within me
The things I've tried to hide
I thought I'd feel ashamed
Instead I feel relieved
 
His love envelops me
Forgiveness, grace, and mercy
No judgement here
An invitation to be freed
 
Chains are broken
Prison bars are gone
Wounds are healed
He beckons me to come
 
Walk out into that sunshine
Leave the old behind
No looking back or holding on
To what I was before
 
I've been called to something better
I have been set free
I have been made new
I can start again
 
Now I am free
Now I am healed
Now my wounds are scars
Because He came for me
 
I won't forget where I came from
That's what makes me me
But I don't have to live that way
I have been set free

Friday, May 3, 2013

Five Minute Friday: Brave

Joining in with Five Minute Friday again this week. Today's word is "brave."


Being vulnerable and trusting others requires us to be brave.

It can be a scary thing to open ourselves up to being hurt. To share the stuff with others that could be used against us if they have malicious intent. We have to be brave to do it.

But it's so necessary in our lives. Being brave is required to really live. We can't really live unless we choose to be vulnerable and to trust people with our stuff. We have to be brave.

It doesn't mean we do so without thinking. We may choose the people with whom we share carefully. But have to be brave enough to actually share.

When we choose to do so we reap the rewards of being brave. Because we get to truly live. And we get to have real friends - people who know us and still love us. All because we were brave enough to start trusting and being vulnerable with them.


Thursday, May 2, 2013

Desperate Faith

As I was thinking about what to write for here today, I found myself going back through some of the first posts I put up here, and I came across one that spoke to me today with where I'm at. So much so, that I'm doing something I've not done before on this blog - I'm reposting that post today.

I originally wrote and posted this on October 30, 2007.

I was reading in Mark earlier today and I was totally struck by this whole idea of desperate faith when I read the story of the woman who had been bleeding for 12 years in Mark 5:25-34.

Here was this woman who had been declared unclean by her culture for the last twelve years. She was unable to touch anything or anyone without making it unclean! She had spent all her money on doctors and nothing had gotten better . . . it had gotten worse!!! I mean, can you imagine being in her place?!?!? No one wanted anything to do with her, she wasn't allowed into the Temple to worship God because she was unclean. Her entire world had pushed her aside!

Yet, she hears about Jesus and His power to heal people. She decides that the chance to be healed is worth whatever it will take to touch Jesus . . . just to touch the clothes He wore. She knows that she will be healed if she does this. And so, she takes the chance!

She goes in amongst the crowd of people around Jesus. And slowly, carefully, makes her way towards Jesus. I imagine out of habit she was being careful not to touch anyone as she walked though the crowd . . . although, even taking the chance of walking through the crowd would not have been appreciated by anyone in the crowd.

But, she was willing to take the chance of touching someone else . . . of someone else's disdain as they saw her and tried to avoid her for the sake of being healed! She had come to such a point of desperation that she was willing to risk everything to get to Jesus! Nothing mattered to her anymore except getting to Jesus and being healed. She had faith that Jesus could heal her and so she took the risk. She was desperate to be healed and so she took the risk!

All this got me thinking about my own life.

What am I desperate enough for that I will risk everything to get it?

What am I dealing with that needs Jesus' healing touch that I am desperate enough to be healed of that I will risk everything to get to Jesus and have Him heal it?

Am I willing to risk my reputation, my pride, the respect of others to get to Jesus to be healed?

Am I desperate enough yet?

As I thought, I very quickly thought of an area in my life where I need Jesus' healing, but I'm not yet sure if I'm desperate enough to risk everything to get that healing. I want to be . . . I think. But, yet, sometimes I feel like I might be OK with that area of my life the way it is. And, yet, I know that I don't want it to remain that way.

Am I willing to ask God to make me desperate enough that I will risk everything to receive healing in that area of my life?

That's a risky prayer to pray!

Do I really want to ask God to do that?

He might not do it the way I would like.

But, I've been inspired by the story of this woman - these few verses in the entire Bible - and her desperate faith that Jesus could heal her. I want that kind of desperate faith. I want to be willing to risk it all to receive Jesus' healing touch!

And, the best part is, when we take that chance and act on that desperate faith . . . Jesus does bring healing!


As I reread this post, I found myself reflecting on one paragraph in it. The one about the area of my life I could think of then where I needed God's healing. Even now, 6 - 1/2 years later, I know what I was talking about then. Mostly because it took me that long to get to the point where I was desperate enough to risk everything to get that healing. But, now that I've been there, I don't want it to take me that long to seek healing again.