I got some good feedback for what to write on next... and the common thread was wanting to hear about how God and His kingdom are at work in my life. So I'm writing this quickly... just wanting to get something out here before I get too busy to blog again...
At our Tenebrae service on Good Friday, I prayed an old prayer. One that I've prayed thousands of times in the last several years. I prayed out of habit... "Lord, I thirst for freedom from these messages of shame and condemnation that play over and over in my mind." At the end of the service, after all the candles had been extinguished, we were left with the question, "what is to become of the light of the world?" And we left the sanctuary, saying, "we wait, we hope, we wait."
After the service, I sat on my front porch. After a few moments of reflecting, I thought about that prayer I had prayed... and how I've been praying it for so long. And then I noticed the moon was full. In that full moon, I saw hope. The light of the world had not left us in darkness. He had left a light on... The sun to shine by day and the moon to shine by night. As I stood to look up at the moon, the leaves on the tree in the front yard hung perfectly in front of the moon, creating the likeness of a gentle face. My breath hung in my throat... and I recognized that God was breaking into my world and re-setting my reality to His.
I realized that the shame and condemnation are rarely there anymore. I no longer hear the harsh voices of my parents around every corner. I no longer make up all the possible things someone could mean by the words that they say. I no longer dismiss my voice before it even comes out of my mouth. Because Immanuel has been meeting with me in prayer. He has been re-imagining my imagination. He has been reshaping my memories. He has been transforming my understanding of who I am and who He is. He has been showing me how tender He is... how careful... how gentle... how merciful... how full of grace. He has been triumphing over the horse and rider and He has been planting me on His holy mountain. He has been making His presence real to me. He has proven Himself to be Immanuel... God with me.
But I have always been a 'half-empty' kind of girl... and it's difficult for me to take my eyes away from what He hasn't yet done for long enough to truly celebrate what He HAS done. As long as we choose to dwell on what has not yet been accomplished, it’s hard to keep
hope… difficult to keep from slipping into despair. When we dwell on what’s still wrong, the enemy pursues…
But Immanuel has been reminding me to celebrate. Choosing to gather stones of remembrance. To speak aloud what He has done and is doing. And as I choose to celebrate, I find myself beginning to see the fullness more than the emptiness.
The fruit is blossoming... it's beginning to emerge in whites and pinks, paper thin petals preceding any seeds or flesh. In the blossoms, there is hope for continued healing. (and a few months ago, I would have deleted this whole paragraph along with this picture for fear of it being too 'feminine' and therefore easily dismissed.)
Like a gathering spring storm, He is condensing my identity into clouds... collecting sparks of courage inside the gray... and pooling the baptismal waters into thick heavy drops... new life is coming...
It's already sprinkling.
Where do you feel it in your life?
Living into my middle name on my many journeys... through ministry, homeschooling, parenting and finding my voice.
Thursday, April 26, 2012
Tuesday, April 24, 2012
Breaking the Silence
It's been over a month since my last post... and I've been trying to figure out what to do to break the silence. This happens to me on facebook and google + as well. As long as I'm updating regularly, I don't get paranoid about what I write... but when there's been a span of silence, I actually have thoughts like... "is this worth breaking the silence?" Ridiculous... I know.
But it's happened here, on my blog. I was going steadily for quite some time... and now, silence for almost 2 months. I need help breaking the silence. I've had some ideas... but don't know which one to settle into. So... what do you, as readers want to see here? (If there ARE any readers).
- more about Immanuel prayer and my experiences of the Lord's healing?
- more about being a woman in leadership?
- more about how God speaks to me in sermon prep?
- more about homeschooling / being a Mom?
- something entirely different - any thoughts? questions?
I'd appreciate your help in knowing what would be of interest to those who visit here...
But it's happened here, on my blog. I was going steadily for quite some time... and now, silence for almost 2 months. I need help breaking the silence. I've had some ideas... but don't know which one to settle into. So... what do you, as readers want to see here? (If there ARE any readers).
- more about Immanuel prayer and my experiences of the Lord's healing?
- more about being a woman in leadership?
- more about how God speaks to me in sermon prep?
- more about homeschooling / being a Mom?
- something entirely different - any thoughts? questions?
I'd appreciate your help in knowing what would be of interest to those who visit here...
Thursday, March 8, 2012
Immanuel - not just a concept
Over the last few years, as my community has called me into more
leadership and entrusted me with more responsibility, I have begun to see that I am
often hindered by a deep mistrust of myself. It has caused me to doubt the work of God in me because I’m
so afraid I’m going to get in the way, mess it up… or, I have ended up feeling
like I have to try to live up to the expectations that other people have for
me. I have thought to myself, “If
they only knew how incompetent I am, they would run me off.”
I have struggled to embrace the gifting of God in me.
I have known that, in order for the Holy Spirit’s ministry
to be released in me, I would need to start unpacking where this deep
insecurity was coming from…
I had some suspicions:
early loss of my father, upheaval as a kid, a second father who often
yelled at me… strong Calvinist up-bringing…
I began exploring co-dependency and what I found was hugely
discouraging. But when I started
seeing these habits in almost everyone I knew, I also started to wonder if the
whole world was co-dependent. It
felt so thick, so deep, so impossibly dark.
A friend in our community had been telling me about Immanuelhealing prayer. Finally, I asked
her to pray with me… I was skeptical about whether or not He would show
up. My Calvinist upbringing taught
me to believe in and talk about the Heavenly Father… to believe and understand
that God works in and through His people as a collective… but there was never
any expectation that He would encounter individuals… and very little talk of
Jesus, beyond His work at Calvary.
But God surprised me… I was shocked at how personal His
interaction was.
And even though I had a sense of Him as Father in that
experience, I suddenly wondered if I might be able to meet Jesus… the Jesus
that other people talked about knowing.
And so I began to pursue learning more about the Immanuel
approach. I read OutsmartingYourself, by Dr. Karl Lehman. Then
I went and received some training from Alive and Well and had the opportunity
to pray with others in a practice group setting. Some women in my community asked me to pray with them. The Lord showed up and did dramatic
work in their prayers. And I began
to find Jesus… playful, tender, strong, and powerful. Immanuel is becoming real to me… not just a concept. He is really with me… with us all.
It’s in this Immanuel approach to living that I am finding
that Jesus really means it when He promises that when two or three are gathered
in His Name, He is there.
It’s in this Immanuel approach that I’m discovering that
kids have the right idea when they always answer every question in a church
setting with “Jesus?” Jesus really
is the answer. Encountering our
risen Lord and learning to fellowship with Him, learning to hear from Him and
receive from Him really is the answer to all of our brokenness.
In her book, Immanuel: A Practicum (if you follow the link, click on the book title in the left sidebar), Patricia Velotta writes: "When we are overwhelmed, both in our current lives and in unresolved places from our past, Jesus takes us to the source of our trouble and opens our eyes to see that he has always been with us and is with us now. He always overcomes the world by bringing us into truth and drawing us to himself. He always is the unexpected solution."
It’s in the understanding and presence of Jesus that I am finding the
deepest healing. If Immanuel
really is with us, then He understands what actually happens in all of my life…
and in His knowing, He changes my perceptions of my past – which
increases peace in my present and compels me to hope for the future.
During one prayer time, I was wrestling with this deep
mistrust of myself. I asked the
Lord what He wanted me to know about this and He brought forward a memory of
when I was a little girl. I had
done something in a moment of desperation and I had been severely scolded for
my poor choice. “How could you be
so stupid? What were you
thinking?” Disgust hung thick in
the air…
But when I went there with Jesus, He said something
different to me. In the middle of
that shame and humiliation, He was glad to be with me. And He told me how clever my solution
had been. He was impressed by my
quick thinking. He understood what
I had been trying to do. I didn’t
‘see’ Him in this memory, but I knew He was with me… and I had the sense that
if I could see Him, He would be chuckling… delighted with me.
And as I experienced His delight, I was overcome with
compassion for the people who were doing the yelling. I was surprised as I found the words, “Lord, forgive them…
they have no idea.” I have
resented the people from this memory… I have been angry about how insensitively
this story has been shared throughout my lifetime… but, suddenly, I was able to
forgive them… because Immanuel had given me His perspective.
If there hadn’t been a witness, I don’t think I would be
able to believe it happened. But
that’s the beauty of the Immanuel approach… talking with Immanuel in the
presence of a witness… a brother or sister in Christ who can stand with me and
say, “yes, that really happened. I
was there.”
The trickle-down effect of this prayer experience continues
to fill me with wonder. And there
have been others that have been equally surprising and powerful. I stand amazed at the attentiveness,
the creativity, the tenderness, the strength, and the victory of Immanuel.
Jesus is willing to heal us… to gives us more of
Himself. He is ready and able to
overcome the pain of our past. He has
gone to such great lengths to be with us.
So the only question we need to ask ourselves is… are we willing to meet
Him?
What might happen if more of us (even all of us) became
securely attached to Jesus? What
might the Church look like if we were able to practice His presence and receive
His tenderness and mercy… deepen our connection / companionship with
Christ? How might all of our human
relationships be transformed if they were built on this unshakable
foundation? What if we could be
truly present with others because of Jesus’ presence with us? Christ in us, the hope of glory. How would his mission go forth if we truly knew his presence with us?
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