Sometimes it feels like we’re writing on a blackboard one hundred times.
We will not do this or that again.
We’ve hit a wall in our healing journey. We feel stuck and it hurts. Too much pain!
Recovery is a process, a season of correction, of facing our sin, our hurts and our problems — many of which stem from poor choices in the past — and of altering our perceptions by redirecting our hearts towards God.
Some like to say it’s re-learning life.
But it can feel like we’re in detention and current circumstances seem as punishment for a past littered with sin and loss.
God says we are His and in His love He disciplines us — for our own good.
His risen Christ died to take away our sins and give us a new start. We are forgiven. And beloved. Yet there may still exist a few rough edges that need His finishing touch. Tenderly.
Therefore, since we have so great a cloud of witnesses surrounding us, let us also lay aside every encumbrance and the sin which so easily entangles us, and let us run with endurance the race that is set before us, fixing our eyes on Jesus, the author and perfecter of faith, who for the joy set before Him endured the cross, despising the shame, and has sat down at the right hand of the throne of God.
So step back and let go. God will remove obstacles that impede our progress in His time, after we have learned our lessons well.
For the Lord God is a sun and shield;
The Lord gives grace and glory;
No good thing does He withhold from those who walk uprightly.
He is using this season of hard to soften our hearts and the unwanted things that seem so perplexing to restore us to a better way of life.
And a path of consistent obedience in all things — not just what we agree with God on, what we pick and choose to do from His word.
But obeying wholeheartedly.
It’s a season of deeper submission to Father’s will. And learning to love selflessly for we are still quite selfish.
And stubborn and prideful — thinking we have all the answers. But we don’t.
And sometimes Father sends us to summer school.
Classroom is hot and uncomfortable and our flesh — the stinking part of our hearts — is burning, turning, hopefully softening.
Chalk is screeching across the blackboard.
But He is a kindly school master. No slapping our hands with a ruler.
He seeks to rule our hearts in love if only we will surrender.
And Him erasing all our mistakes…