Trust…
It’s a scary thing to be walking in a season not knowing in a few weeks where I’m going to lay my head at night. These couple of months have rattled something within me spiritually that I haven’t felt in a long time.
It seems like all around me, the current tests that the Lord is choosing to walk me through are all centered around my core needs being threatened. In 30 days where will I call my home? – I have no clue…
In this season – He’s revealed and called me to walk through a phase of healing that needs to take place in my heart. This means laying down a family relationship and placing some lines down that will cause a rift.
For the past 9 months, it meant walking through a physical condition – one that doctors, tests, blood work and ultrasounds could not reveal the root cause of. It meant pushing through with a smile on my face each day when only a close few knew what was physically happening inside of me.
Despite it all, I know that this is for my growth and refining that will take me into the deeper places of trust with my Lord. It’s in the sadness, panic and uncertainty that I realized I have the opportunity to exercise my faith in a new way that I have yet to face.
I can choose to identify with Jesus – who called His disciples to follow a different kind of life – knowing that He Himself was calling them to a place of faith and uncertainty of not knowing where they would call home.
This great exchange came with the most dynamic, personal and life-changing experiences that the disciples could ever hope for. To walk the hard road meant to experience the Kingdom of God here on earth with Jesus Himself.
To deny self and replace those desires with one’s from above came with a reward that one could only dream to see living a life of ministry and mentorship alongside of Jesus.
I can choose to follow Jesus’ words and believe them when He says that those who have to leave father, mother, sister or brother behind for His sake will not only benefit in this life – but in the one to come. Placing these new boundaries for the benefit of my own healing is something that still feels selfish for me – but it’s part of the road to freedom that I have a choice to walk ahead.
I could choose to believe the words of Daniel – even if my physical relief didn’t come now, that I serve the God who is still good. Despite any condition of the body, I can be at peace to know all it takes is just one word to change my situation. This peace of mind comes from the same God who says He will tend to our broken hearts and the broken places as we walk with Him.
There’s something about uncertainty that pokes at the deepest fears within a person. It reveals areas of brokenness, lack of trust and a sobering reminder of my own desire to keep control in all things.
Saying yes to Jesus means giving up my control. Not to a harsh dictator – but to One who divinely and lovingly knows what path is always best for me. Even if the worst-case scenario in my mind takes place – I can know for certain in His omniscience that was His best plan for me. That’s not an easy realization to accept – but it’s truth.
Walking the way of the cross came with fears, questions and doubts for the disciples as well – but ultimately revealed the greatest display of powers the world has ever experienced.
In our faith, we have a choice to continue walking that road. To accept that situations don’t always turn out as we imagine and even if reasons are unknown to us – we can still know that He is good.
In my brokenness in this season – I struggled and scattered to find solutions in all things but in the Provider, Restorer and Great Physician. All pieces of His character that I know well, but so quickly forgot in the middle of this disconnected season.
So, do I continue to scatter to figure things out in my own strength? Up until now that’s caused more confusion and panic within me. It’s in the scrambling that I slowly learned to find my way towards surrender. Surrender… Surrender is to cease resistance or to submit to an authority.
So why did it take me so long to realize the One I was resisting was the One who never left me? Whose authority over my life was actually meant to help me thrive. Months of piled on hurts, offenses, overlooking, etc. left me more disillusioned than I had even realized.
The surrender I avoided was to the One who was going to help put me back together. To address the areas of my heart that needed His touch and comfort. It’s been a sobering season of realizing that even after 30+ years of walking with Jesus, it will sometimes take this long for me to find my place of comfort and correction with Him.
In my own pain and stubbornness, I chose to self-medicate. For me, in the worst kind of way – with distractions. In the busyness…in the distractions – I don’t have to face the hard places. I can stay numb and choose to coast day to day living on this setting of survival.
I consider myself to be pretty self-aware. This year, I’ve walked the road of shame for too long. For one who desires to show others the thriving life that Jesus provides, I’ve allowed myself to walk a road of disillusion, coping and denial for far too long.
Through the trials of this season are where I am finding my place back to surrender. Through the confusion is where I am finding my way back to connection of the One who provides all wisdom at my disposal. Through the shame is where I am experiencing the unending grace of God that He extends to me.
What once was a denial of pain has now turned into an invitation. I have picked myself back up in these recent months to fight for that connection with Christ that I once had. Day by day it’s getting better. Moment by moment I know He’s meeting me in the places that I can’t see.
What I once chose to ignore, I now see as an invitation. The invitation is a call to follow and resemble the One whose name I claim. In my season of trial, He’s provided a gracious opportunity to identify with Him in ways I’ve never known.
To walk a road of uncertainty as the disciples once did. Uncertainties in home, health and relationships – knowing that this journey would produce a refining from within, restore a sense of identity and calling and renew a deep love for the One who gave it all for me.
He gives freely and without measure. He is good even when I can’t see the whole picture. He’s working on my behalf and is for me regardless of the situations I face. And when I am far off – He extends to me a grace that I don’t deserve to call me back home.
Over these past months, at my lowest, is when I’ve seen one of the Lord’s greatest acts of love and mercy towards me. Because of the physical condition I faced, each day left me completely depleted and offered an excuse to dismiss the fight to find my connection with Jesus once again.
Mark 5:25-34 says:
25 And there was a woman who had had a discharge of blood for twelve years, 26 and who had suffered much under many physicians, and had spent all that she had, and was no better but rather grew worse. 27 She had heard the reports about Jesus and came up behind him in the crowd and touched his garment. 28 For she said, “If I touch even his garments, I will be made well.” 29 And immediately the flow of blood dried up, and she felt in her body that she was healed of her disease. 30 And Jesus, perceiving in himself that power had gone out from him, immediately turned about in the crowd and said, “Who touched my garments?” 31 And his disciples said to him, “You see the crowd pressing around you, and yet you say, ‘Who touched me?’” 32 And he looked around to see who had done it. 33 But the woman, knowing what had happened to her, came in fear and trembling and fell down before him and told him the whole truth. 34 And he said to her, “Daughter, your faith has made you well; go in peace, and be healed of your disease.”
For the last 9 months – I was this woman. With no cause or explanation that a doctor could see – I lived each day in great discomfort, inconvenience and frustration. Month after month, test after test left me with no plan, relief or clarity as to why it wouldn’t stop.
I sat with this story for quite a time and asked the Lord to show me what that touch of His garment would be for me now. What was I supposed to do or to pursue of Him to make this any better?
So many things began to stand out to me as I meditated on this passage day by day. Ultimately, the desire from a seemingly dying heart, rose up from within me. Daughter. Yes, daughter! That’s all that I want.
Although I was doing better in my pursuit of the Lord, it still felt like I was missing something in our relationship that I used to have. I asked God to bring me back to that place where I could just be His daughter. I didn’t want to strive or try to prove or ask anything of Him – I just wanted to be. To be still in His presence and let Him remind me that even after I pulled away, He still calls me His daughter. That I’m not too far gone to be brought back. And to be reminded that His love was unconditional. Instead of healing, I pursued to get back to that place of feeling more like His kid without seeking anything in return.
It was in this time that the Lord reminded me of the call to prayer that He provided to us through the book of James. Just like this woman’s faith made her well, I was reminded of the words that James spoke to the people for those who were sick and suffering. The call to action was to ask for prayer and anointing from the elders of the church.
We don’t always know why God chooses to heal in the ways that He does or why the solution He offers can sometimes seem a bit odd – but a big part of me appreciates that about Him because we cannot put God in our box. We cannot predict that this way or that way will always be the solution to our problem.
He is God and He is sovereign and I find comfort knowing that I will never know everything about the God I worship on this side of heaven. His ways are beyond mine and that’s something I greatly appreciate knowing.
After a final doctor’s appointment where I was told I have no more recommended steps to pursue because they were stumped – I remembered what the Lord told me and decided that this was the week to pursue prayer from my church family.
I was grateful to have a safe place to share these difficulties with the leaders who are close to me. I had the opportunity for some very dear people to pray over me and petition God for healing that day. And from that very hour, I experienced a true miracle.
What no earthly doctor could do – my Great Physician did. He answered my prayers and healed me from that day on. It’s now been six weeks that I’ve walked completely free. Free of any trace that I ever dealt with this issue. Free of the discomfort, inconvenience, pain and frustration I carried.
In the midst of a trying season, the Lord still chose to show me that He is still willing to heal. He knew the parts of my heart that needed to be reached the most. He knew that in order to draw me back permanently, I needed to face something that I never faced before – and which no amount of distraction tactics could mask.
The desire to stay close for who He is has finally come alive back in my heart. The dead places are awakening and the disillusionment is now been replaced with an absolute awe of His grace. His love, mercy and peace were extended to me in ways that I had never experienced before.
The way of the cross requires us to know our place. If I am to be a servant of Christ, I must understand surrender. It requires the reminder that though the traveled road may be unpredictable or uneasy at times – those who are called, beloved, and kept will experience His love, mercy and peace in abundance. He gives freely and without measure to us.
In a season where I am facing different layers of being shaken, I have been trying to remind myself of what He just did for me. Too often in this season I have been much like the Israelites who experience the works of God and quickly go back to old routines and forget the former ways He’s shown up to meet needs.
When I look back on my specific trials of this season, I see how each one addresses a root fear within me. It still pinches a nerve that causes me to squirm at my core. This is how I know God is continuing to work things out for my good.
It means there is more to be revealed, accomplished and refined in order that I could look more like the example of my Savior, Jesus. The root fears within me will be cast out in His name because I choose to trust the One who holds my past, present and future in His hands.
The invitation to die to self cannot be fully attained if you don’t know what remains inside of you. The remnants within me that do not resemble Christ need to go. The parts of my heart that still choose my will over His need to be surrendered. The piece of me that holds onto control must realize that I am not the Master, but simply am the servant.
The call to surrender, to servanthood, to identify with my Savior is a privilege and not something to be feared. Whether I know where home will be, whether father or mother forsake me, or whether healing doesn’t come on this side of heaven – I know the One in whom I trust. I know the call to follow comes at a cost. And I know that the reward both here and the time to come will be worth the fight.
Even as I write this, I have a new found appreciation of the day where I get to look Jesus in the face and thank Him for even the littlest of ways that He offered to me to be able to share in the parts of who He is. He wants us to be that close. He wants to show me the way of the cross. The way that leads to utter trust and dependence on the only One who has power over all. The way that shows me I am completely and truly His daughter.
Each season is an opportunity to pivot into the person God is calling me to be. I can choose to accept the invitation or to walk my own path – but I have experienced too much of Jesus in my life to ever take the road that leads me away from Him.
In a few weeks, I may not have a home – but neither did Jesus. I may have to say goodbye to family – but so did Jesus, and I may wonder why He chose a medical issue to get my attention– but He knew what would bring me home. I know in each one of these, I have been given an invitation to experience Him in ways I never have before. Each bringing a new step of faith, depth of character and a level of refinement in me that was needed to make me more like Him.
The call to identify with Christ is not for the faint of heart – but what a privilege to know the God of the universe invites us to know Him so intimately. We are bracing for a time to come. As believers, we know what will unfold in the future and how the story ends here on earth.
If I am weak now, how will I endure the times to come? The invitation to identify with Christ is a training ground. I am not alone in the fire because He is with me. I am no longer who I once was because He lives in me. And I am not left without hope because He is my source.