I Need To Remember.
I’ve been giving My Story quite a bit of thought lately. We all have one. Some of us long to share ours. Some hide it deep in the recesses of our hearts, hoping that we never have to. And still others seem to be able to tell theirs with abandon.
Which one are you?
God seems to be settling the weight of my task more firmly in my heart. Those Petal Soft Whispers are coming more and more frequently. Through them, He’s been making it abundantly clear that I am to bring my story to Him, first. I can honestly state that I am well and truly scared. I need to remember that Perfect Love casts out fear.
Why do I struggle so mightily to step out in faith, in defiance of that fear?
Sifting through memories places me squarely in the sinking sand of emotions. I find myself getting stuck on a particular period of time, and then on an exact year, and eventually, I feel like I’m sinking in the quicksand of a Specific Memory. I need to remember that God can pull me out.
Who is my solid rock on which I stand?
I’m at the point where I’m weeding through the parts of my story that aren’t mine to tell. Obviously, my story can only be told from the perspective of the very heart that taps out the words. But, I’ve started fretting over the wording of certain thoughts for fear of offending. I need to remember to heed God’s whispers, not those of men.
If God is for me, whom shall I fear?
I’m going into the deepest darkest places. But here’s the thing – God keeps shining the light of His truth into those places as I continue to learn to trust Him. He keeps banishing the fear that tries so desperately to cripple me. My trust becomes more fully formed the more He loves me. I need to rememberthat it’s a matter of eternal perspective.
How do I refocus on the eternal in the midst of the daily?
It would seem, for me anyway, that this is also a maturing process. The more words I present to my Audience of One to be sifted through, the more I realize that He has lessons for me that I haven’t mastered yet. I continually have to go back to Square One and ask Him to keep maturing me. I must keep asking Him to fill me with more Love to drive out the fear. I need to remember that He is a Patient and Merciful Teacher.
How do I learn those lessons more quickly, Teacher?
At the end of the day, my only job is to submit what I feel He’s allowed me to see. Those glimpses of heaven I’ve been given, here, on earth. Those insights into grace seen on this side of glory. Each piece of my story that I bring to God, He tenderly shapes and edits to fit His good purposes. I need to remember that it is His Story, after all.
What about you? Do you long to tell your story?
May I encourage you to start getting it down? Or to keep putting it down? Or to bravely step out, with story in hand, knowing that if God’s been laying it on your heart to share it – then He will use it for His glory.
Or, maybe the desire of your heart isn’t quite fully formed in you. Yet. I’d like to encourage you to keep praying for your desire to line up with God’s will until it becomes clear.
The truth is, that none of us, no – not a one, is fully formed yet. We are all a work in progress. Whatever that work may be.
And our job is to trust, but be ready. We must wait, while holding tight to the belief that God will reveal all in His perfect timing. Not ours.
Oh Lord, form us fully in Your Love and help us to see Your Light in our story.
God has so graciously expanded my World, bringing vast new horizons where before there were only big dreams. Out of this New has come many lovely connections. Here’s one. Missy has an enormous lovely heart, a sense of humor just as deep and true insights into The Heart of God…therefore into hers and ours. I loved this post so much I just had to share. Don’t you think it speaks to everyone? From the most “grounded” to the timid and uncertain.
Missy and I are new Blogging friends happy to be meeting up with many others, in real life in a few weeks time. She blogs over at Missyindeedy. I hope you’ll stop by and say hey to her! Until next time, Be Brilliant, Be Beautiful, Be Brave, Shandra