stay here.
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I struggle with that. I desire to
share Love with others, but it is really hard for me to accept Love initially,
whether straight from God or through others. It has gotten a lot easier in the
past year, but I still struggle, particularly receiving Love through others. The
thought of it makes me want to run and hide. But He has placed me here, in a
specific time and place, for a specific purpose. I know I am where He has
called me to be and have no need of going elsewhere. My life is so blessed. Yes,
I am aware that I have experienced a lot of pain and suffering, but Jesus is so
present that I honestly forget. When I allow even a drop of His Love to enter
into me, all of my pain and suffering just vanishes.
I did not accept His Love for many
years, but He was always there. Because I did not notice and thought I was
alone, I was miserable. Even before the car crash, I was not happy to be here.
I always felt inadequate and unwanted. I didn’t like myself, so I assumed no
one else did either. When God spared my life in the crash, it was not a joyful occasion
for me. I hated being here so much, hated it ever so much more than before. My
head was throbbing, pain overtook my body; I felt useless. I was sixteen-years-old
and needed someone else to brush my hair and wake me up to take me to the
bathroom in the middle of the night. I just wanted to run away, to disappear. I
was afraid to let people love me then because I did not want them to see how
weak I was. How broken I was. Physically, mentally, emotionally, and
spiritually broken.
But then Christ revealed to me that
it is precisely in my weakness that He is made known, that I needed to rely
solely on Him and cling to nothing else. Then, when others saw me, they would
instead see Him. My suffering was no longer a burden, but a blessing. But He
had a better plan. He took away my pain; He eased my suffering. With complete
reliance on Him, He made me well. It was His choice always, but He waited for
me to recognize it to be mine. Because I allow Him to purify me, He
continuously heals me of my wounds and afflictions. He is carrying me to the
fullness of who I am in Him; He is making me whole. I am free to do His will,
to fulfill the true desires of my heart that originate in Him. I am simply
called to stay with Him, to stay here.
When I look at pictures of my car,
it is impossible for me to understand why I am here. But when I look at the
Cross, I know there is a reason. He has a plan and there is nothing for me to
fear. It does not matter how impossible it seems. It does not matter how
undeserving I am. It does not matter if something different happens to other
people. I am supposed to be here. And you are supposed to be here.
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