Random Musings on a July Afternoon

So, I took a month off from the blog. I was getting in a box with it and I didn't want to be in a box. I felt like everything was getting too corrective. Do this, do that, don't do this, don't do that. Honestly, I haven't read my blog in a month, so I don't know if I was actually writing that way or just leaning toward writing that way. In either case, I didn't want to write that way. I'm so tired of correction and judgement and the whole "you're doing it wrong" attitude that seems to be pervading the atmosphere. If God had wanted us to run around judging each other, then why would He have sent Jesus to take the judgement for us? Don't get me wrong - correction is a wonderful thing when it is done properly and in season. Otherwise it's just irritating.

Which brings me to... what do I want to write... or rather how do I want to write? I don't know. But flowing is a wonderful thing. Flowing can take you places that you didn't expect to go and reveal some wonderful surprises.

I know one thing that I want to write about... how much God loves us! Oh, that again, you say? Well if you're reading my blog then get used to it. I have an entry in my blog notes that says, "write about His love, over and over again. Now write about Love more. Then do it some more." I think it's that important. When I close my eyes and reach out for my Father's love, it is right there with all the refreshment of cold water on a hot day (BTW - it's a 100 degrees out today, so I'm talking major refreshment). In church today, Pastor talked about the power of our imagination and how God would give us mind-movies to clarify our vision and intensify our faith. I remember one mind-movie that the Lord gave me a few years back, during a very difficult season of my life. I saw myself on a large rock outcropping in the midst of a vast sea of sand. I knew that in that sand, I would sink and struggle and everything would always be shifting. But, on that rock, I was steadfast. I could stand on that rock and know that I would not be moved. When I was tired, I could sit upon the rock and lean back on part of the rock ledge. I could rest on that rock with full confidence that I would not sink or shift. Nothing could move that rock. That's what God's love is to me - an invincible, immovable rock upon which I can rest, stand and live with absolute certainty that it will abide unchangeable beneath my feet. His love is my foundation for being. Throughout that difficult season, I could simply stop, close my eyes and experience the rock. I could feel the stability of that rock beneath me. It gave me priceless comfort. It still does. Do you know that He loves you? Well, He does.

Selah - pause and think about it.

I am excited that I get to celebrate something extra special tomorrow. Rick and I have our 24th wedding anniversary tomorrow. WOW! How awesome is that?! The high school sweethearts that no one thought should be together - married for 24 years! We met when he was 17 and I was 15. We were such kids! Rick and I say that we grew up together. I am so grateful for that. We are best friends and I am grateful for that too.

All the movement outside my window caught my eye, so I just paused in writing to watch all the activity at our bird feeders. The blue jays and sparrows are out in full force (we feed the birds that no one else wants to feed, and the squirrels too). There's also a pair of cardinals. While I was watching, a bird flew up and sat on the garden fence just outside my window. He sang to me. It sounded like he was singing, "Have no fear! Have no fear!" He sang a few verses, then he flew away. What a treat! Nommy the cat, who is perched on the back of my chair, was quite intrigued but remained perched.

How cool is that! I let my writing flow, not expecting to write about birds and I got a surprise!

Enough for today, I guess. It's good to be out of the box. It's good to smile and enjoy the rock. It's good to look forward to a date with my sweetheart tomorrow. It's good to write what is in my heart. Thank you for reading. God loves you!!

Abiding In Christ

And I do not pray for these alone, but for those also who shall believe on Me through their word, that they all may be one, as You, Father, are in Me, and I in You, that they also may be one in Us, so that the world may believe that You have sent Me. And I have given them the glory which You have given Me, that they may be one, even as We are one, I in them, and You in Me, that they may be made perfect in one; and that the world may know that You have sent Me and have loved them as You have loved Me. ~  John 17:20-23

So that if any one is in Christ, that one is a new creature; old things have passed away; behold, all things have become new. ~ 2 Corinthians 5:17

But God, who is rich in mercy, for His great love with which He loved us (even when we were dead in sins) has made us alive together with Christ (by grace you are saved), and has raised us up together and made us sit together in the heavenlies in Christ Jesus, so that in the ages to come He might show the exceeding riches of His grace in His kindness toward us through Christ Jesus. For by grace you are saved through faith, and that not of yourselves, it is the gift of God, not of works, lest anyone should boast. For we are His workmanship, created in Christ Jesus to good works, which God has before ordained that we should walk in them. ~ Ephesians 2:4-10

Did you know that when Jesus sacrificed himself on the cross and rose from the dead, He established a covenant between Himself and our Heavenly Father? That is the New Covenant, the New Testament. It is a covenant between Jesus and our Father that is eternally established. No person can break it, change it or mess it up. The devil can't touch it. Once that covenant was established, all of mankind was invited to take part in it. When we accept Jesus as our Lord and Savior, we enter into that very covenant and a miracle takes place. Our spirit is reborn. Our spirit, which was dead in sin, is made alive unto righteousness. We are unified with Christ. We are in Christ and He is in us. We become Citizens of Heaven.

Some years ago, I taught a bible study in a women's prison about "Walking in the spirit". I talked about the importance of knowing who we are in Christ, knowing that our identity is forever settled in Him. We are a new creature in Christ. I compared walking in the spirit to a fish in the water - that fish is in its element and can swim, move, breath and live fully as it was designed to. When it is in the water, the fish can act like a fish. However, a fish out of water ceases to act like a fish - it can't swim, can't breathe and just flops around uselessly, struggling to get back in the water. A fish out of water is like a Christian walking in the flesh. The fish is still a fish. It doesn't stop being a fish when it is out of water, it just stops acting like one. I believe the same is true for Christians. We don't stop being Citizens of Heaven when we give in to our flesh, we just stop acting like it. Which brings me to my point:

Being a Christian is not based in what we do, but in who we are.

Yes, we become a Christian by action - we believe in our hearts and confess with our mouths. Believing and confessing are actions. Those two actions bring us to a place of being. We become something new. Our spirit, our truest inner being, is reborn and made righteous. Our spirit is made alive and is no longer subject to sin. However, we are a three-part being - spirit, soul (mind, will and emotions) and body. Our spirit may be reborn, but our soul and body are not. Our body seeks comfort and ease, so it pulls on our thoughts and our will. Our soul, our will, is the decision maker of our lives. Our soul will decide either to walk (act) according to our spirit (which is in Christ) or to walk (act) according to our body, our flesh. Those actions do not change the reborn status of our spirit. They do not change who we are in Christ, unless those actions lead us to the point of renouncing Christ.

In my opinion, one of the biggest mistakes made by Christians (myself included) is to give too much place, attention, and power to our actions - to the fruit of our souls. Yes, we need to be mindful of our actions, to an extent. The Bible tells us to be doers of the Word and not just hearers only. But, if we become so focused on what we are doing, or not doing, that we lose sight of who we are in Christ, then we have missed the mark. We must guard our focus. I can sit down in the church sanctuary and focus on worshiping the Lord or I can let my focus drift off to my job or my kids or the bills or the bank account. My mind can be totally absorbed with all of those things, but that does not mean I have left the sanctuary. Most of the time, my mind will return to where I am. My focus will shift back to where I am truly seated. Granted, if I think about all those distractions long enough, I might just jump up, drive home and try to deal with it all. That is exactly what the enemy is after - to deceive us into shifting our focus from where we are to where we are not, from who we are to who we are not. Dangerous stuff, this. If that crafty enemy can get us focused on the pit, focused on doubt and unbelief, focused on our mistakes, he can get us to move in a wrong direction. But, if we keep our focus on who we are in Christ, on our Heavenly Citizenship, we will not be moved and our actions will line up with our focus!

It is the very nature of who we are in Christ that should direct our actions. Not vice versa. Faith declares that I am seated in Heavenly places with Christ Jesus and no one can snatch me out of my Father's hand. Not even my own actions!! Faith declares that my actions must line up to who I am in Him. "For we are His workmanship, created in Christ Jesus unto good works, which God has before ordained that we should walk in them." Therein lies the key - we are created in Christ Jesus unto good works. Who we are leads us unto what we do.

For myself I will say that if my salvation, my justification, my obedience to His Word and my destiny are dependent solely upon my own actions, decisions and choices beyond that one which forever placed me in Christ; then I am utterly hopeless.  HOWEVER - I rejoice that this is not the case!! In Christ, I am saved! In Christ, I am justified and made righteous! In Christ, I can do all things! In Christ, my soul is renewed by the washing of the water of the Word! In Christ, I am a doer of the Word! In Christ, I am accepted in the beloved! In Christ, I have an inheritance! In Christ, I fulfill my calling! In Christ, I abide FOREVER!!!!!!

For to them God would make known what are the riches of the glory of this mystery among the nations, which is Christ in you, the hope of glory... ~ Colossians 1:27

Hearing God

And they heard the voice of the Lord God walking in the garden in the cool of the day...
~ Genesis 3:8

And He said, Go forth and stand on the mountain before the Lord. And, behold, the Lord passed by, and a great and strong wind tore the mountains, and broke the rocks in pieces before the Lord. But the Lord was not in the wind. And after the wind was an earthquake, but the Lord was not in the earthquake. And after the earthquake was a fire, but the Lord was not in the fire. And after the fire was a still, small voice. ~ 1 Kings 19:11-12

And the Lord would speak to Moses face to face, as a man speaks to his friend....
~ Exodus 33:11

Truly, truly, I say to you, He who does not enter into the sheepfold by the door, but going up by another way, that one is a thief and a robber. But he who enters in by the door is the shepherd of the sheep. The doorkeeper opens to him, and the sheep hear his voice, and he calls his own sheep by name and leads them out. And when he puts forth his own sheep, he goes before them, and the sheep follow him. For they know his voice. And they will not follow a stranger, but will flee from him, for they do not know the voice of strangers. ~ John 10:1-5

As a child, I conversed with Jesus. I have snippets of memories of those conversations. I did not hear Him with my natural ears, but in my heart. It made perfect sense to me, since I had been told that Jesus lived in my heart. I heard Him with the faith of a child and did not question, until the notions of a doubting world began to creep into my thinking. "Only crazy people hear God." "Who do you think you are, that God would speak to you?" "After all, they burned Joan of Arc for thinking she heard God." I have no distinct memories of being told these things, but the ideas got in and took hold. I stopped listening. I began to think of prayer as a one-sided conversation. I prayed, God listened. Yet, in the depths of my heart, He still spoke. I was just too afraid to hear. I was afraid to be "different" or "crazy". I was afraid of being deceived. So, I went through life wearing spiritual ear plugs.

Ten years ago, I found myself in a new church and surrounded by people who spoke very casually about "hearing God." I cannot express the joy that rose in my heart to hear such conversations. I so desperately wanted to hear the Lord again. But I was still so bound in fear. And I had so many questions. Could I really hear God? Was it OK to hear God? How would I know it was really Him? Was I crazy? Gradually, I found the answers to my questions in the Bible, in the scriptures above and so many more. I learned that the Lord loves to speak to us. He created us for relationship, for fellowship. Conversing is part of that.

Our ability to hear the Lord is bound to our relationship with Him. The more you know God (not just know about Him), the deeper your relationship grows and the clearer His voice becomes. This is best accomplished through His Word. Reading the Bible not only teaches us about God, but it draws us into a living, growing fellowship with Him. The Word is alive. Jesus is the Word made flesh. When we commune with the Word, we commune with God. Draw close to Him and He will draw close to you. One of the ways that I retrained my heart to hear God was by reading the Word with Him. I would read scripture and ask the Lord questions. Understanding would always come. That is His voice. Sometimes I would hear through words spoken to my heart, but other times I would just know. It's an amazing thing to suddenly have understanding of something that you did not possess a second earlier. That is God.

So, how do you know that it really is God? First of all, He will never contradict His written Word. That's how we know that God will never tell someone to kill their child or commit adultery or to spread gossip. Because those are all behaviors that He condemns in His Word. Also, God will never tell you anything that goes against His character and nature. God is love (1 John 4:8). He will not speak outside of love. But, remember that God is bound by His definition of love, not ours. We don't always like the corrective nature of love, but it is so necessary to our well-being. Seek love and you will hear God's voice.

When I sincerely began to seek God's voice, I was terrified of being deceived and going off on some wild goose doctrine and completely messing up my life. That fear got in my way. Fear opposes faith and we must have faith to hear God. Reading scripture built faith in me that I could hear and I would hear correctly. It also built faith in God's ability to correct me if I went wrong. There have been several occasions that I made wrong decisions based on what I thought was God's voice. But in every one of those situations, I saw God's hand of protection. That doesn't mean there wasn't pain or discomfort or regret; but God turned every one of those situations to my good, just as He promises in Romans 8:28. Those mistakes also helped me to distinguish the Lord's voice more clearly. We tend to learn more from our mistakes than our successes.

In my own experience, my greatest difficulty to hear God's voice is when my own will or motives get in the way. If I am double-minded about a decision, it's difficult to hear. If my will is strongly set on something to be a certain way, it's difficult to hear. If my motives are selfish and impure, it's impossible to hear. Surrender is the only way. I am learning to surrender my will and my motives. To want God's will more deeply than anything else. When I can get to that place (usually after long struggles and many tears), His voice comes so clearly. And when I'm struggling, I ask for His help. I ask Him to make His voice clear to me. And He does.

One of my favorite things about the Lord is how He speaks to people so personally. He speaks to me so much through His Word, but also through nature, painting, movies, parenting and writing - the very things that I enjoy and understand. He speaks to Rick through mechanics. He speaks to others I know through computers, video games, music, poetry, cooking, and so many other ways. He cares about our lives and wants to connect with us in personal ways to which we can relate.

In the Old Testament, God was only able to speak through His prophets, a very select few. But, since Jesus, every believer has the indwelling presence of the Holy Spirit to connect us with our Father. Every one of us has the ability to hear and know His voice. Our covenant is so much greater than that of the prophets of old. It is our Lord's delight to converse with us, teach us, give us wisdom and guidance and comfort. He loves us. He wants to speak with us. I have such a reverential awe of the Lord, that I marvel at His desire to speak to me. I never want to lose that or to take His voice for granted. I am eternally grateful for His desire to have a relationship with me.

I once heard comedienne Lily Tomlin say, "Why is it that when we talk to God we're said to be praying, but when God talks to us we're schizophrenic?" I laughed so hard I almost fell out of my chair. It hit home. I guess I have finally reached the point in my life that if I must choose between hearing my Lord's voice or being thought of as sane, I will choose to hear Him. Call me crazy if you want, but I hear the Lord laughing and saying, "Oh Carol, it's about time."

A Holy Restraining Order

And they overcame him by the blood of the Lamb, and by the word of their testimony; and they loved not their lives unto the death. ~ Revelation 12:11 

Blood is a powerful thing. It is the vehicle of life. Blood carries nutrients and oxygen to every cell of our bodies, distributing life through its flow. When the blood stops, life stops. Only blood can hold back death.

When God created man, He covered him with His glory and filled man's veins with physical lifeblood. Adam and Eve dwelt in a Garden that was filled with life. There was no death, no sin, no corruption. Their disobedience to God changed all that and opened the door to death. God's glory left them and they stood naked and spiritually dead. They tried to cover their sin with leaves, but only God knew how to properly hold back death. He sacrificed animals and covered Adam and Eve with the skins. That was the first time blood was shed on man's behalf. God did it with His own hands.

When Cain slew his brother Abel, God said that the voice of Abel's blood cried out. Blood has a voice. It speaks out against death.

When the plague of death to all firstborns was pronounced upon Egypt, God instructed Moses to sacrifice a lamb and place the blood on the door posts of his house. The blood held back the spirit of death and caused it to pass over without entering. Every home in Egypt that had lamb's blood over the door was spared from death.

When God established the Law through Moses for the nation of Israel, he instructed them to sacrifice animals so that the blood would hold back the effects of sin, namely death. Animal blood was not powerful enough to eradicate sin, but it covered for a time.

Through all of this, God was preparing the way for a better sacrifice. When the time was right, God sent His own Son into the world for the purpose of shedding His own blood, so that death could be defeated. Jesus was born to bleed for us, born to die for us. He understood all of this full well and went willingly to the slaughter. He shed His blood as a sacrificial lamb. When we accept that sacrifice it is as though we are placing His blood on the doorposts of our own life, so that death may not enter. We are restored to spiritual life with our Heavenly Father. We are given everlasting life in His courts. Our physical bodies are quickened and have the potential for supernatural health, if we truly have faith in the power of the blood.

When Jesus shed His blood at Calvary, pouring it out onto God's Mercy Seat, we were given a holy restraining order against sin, death, sickness, satan and all demonic oppression.

There is no physical blood on our doors that keeps death and destruction from entering our lives. Because we don't have blood that we can see, we often forget to enforce the restraining order. But, if there is blood in our faith, we have the power to stand against the enemy and forbid him to pass.

As I prepare to celebrate my precious Lord's resurrection tomorrow, I am grateful for and mindful of His shed blood. That blood still covers the Mercy Seat. The restraining order still stands in effect. It is up to us to enforce it. It is according to the measure of our faith.

Lord, I believe in the power of your shed blood. Please, help my unbelief.

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Notes on the drawing: "Passover" by Carol Ann Welch, ink & colored pencil on paper, 11"x14", copyright 2002.

A Parable of Three Slaves

     There were three men bound in chains, slaves to an evil taskmaster. One day, a free man approached them. He took pity on the slaves, so he gave all that he had to purchase the slaves from the taskmaster. He took the keys and went to release the men from their chains. He told them that he offered them complete freedom, with no obligations or cost to them.
     The free man offered the key to the first slave, who carefully considered it. The taskmaster had deceived him into believing that he was not really a slave. He was used to the life he had and did not see the true nature of his captivity. He was suspicious of the key and suspected that it would lead him to a worse fate.  He rejected the key.
     The free man was heart broken, but moved on to the second slave and offered him the key. This man recognized his situation and received the key gratefully. Once his chains were removed, he thanked the free man then set out on his own path, excited about his freedom. The free man tried to warn him of the dangers of becoming enslaved again, but the second man took no heed and went his way.
     The third man received the key humbly and wept at the free man's feet, thanking him with all his heart. The newly freed man kissed his deliverer's hands and offered him his life in service. 
     "Would you become a slave again so quickly?" the deliverer asked him.
     "There are many more who are still enslaved as I was," he replied. "I would gladly pledge my life to helping you set them free."
     The man with the key smiled and said, "Follow me."

***

Last week, during a Bible Study on Ephesians, there was a discussion of free will. In the midst of that discussion, the Lord gave me this parable. For anyone who might not see the symbolism, here's the message:

The three men were all slaves to sin. The first man rejected the sacrifice of Jesus Christ and remained a slave to his sin. The second man received Jesus as his savior, and was set free from the bondage of sin. However, he chose to follow his own path and live life his own way. Most likely this man would fall back into sin. The third man received salvation, but also made Jesus the Lord of his life, pledging a commitment to follow His leading.

Yes, this is a very simple picture; but I believe the gospel is just that simple. I have given a lot of thought to this over the past week. The most wonderful revelation that I have received is this:

God is not a control freak.

Do you know how liberating that is? God is not trying to control me or manipulate me. He has given me the absolute freedom to do whatever I please. How much greater does that make my decision to follow Him? That excites me! The Sovereign Most High God, Creator of the Universe, who has the power to completely control everything in existence, chose to give me free will.

Now, you may be thinking that God controls everything... the tides, the orbits of the planets, sunrise and sunset. But let me ask you this... do you have a programmer sitting at your computer controlling every action that it makes? No, because the programmer designed a system that will operate independently of his control. When God created the heavens and earth, He designed systems to govern natural processes (for a glimpse of this wonder, I suggest reading Job 38, a personal favorite of mine). Those systems are so perfect that they have been running without error for thousands of years. Can God control them? Yes. Absolutely. At Joshua's word, God stopped the movement of the sun and moon in the valley of Aijalon (Joshua 10).

God chose to give us free will. He honors that free will without exception. To me, that means that He has bestowed a great honor on me. He loves me enough to let me choose. That is a very difficult concept for most people. We tend towards control, often thinking that it is safer for us to control our situations and the people in our lives. I submit to you that control is a false sense of security. It is fear-based and perpetuated by the devil, who is the ultimate control freak. I won't spell it out for you here, but if you study it out in scripture, you'll see it.

One of the hardest things about being a parent is to allow your children the room to make their own decisions and learn from their own mistakes. Do we set boundaries? Yes. Children need them. Are there consequences for bad decisions? Yes, that's how children learn. God is the Master Parent. His Word is our boundary. Consequences are programmed into the system. He loves us enough to let us choose. He leads, He prompts, He guides, He woos and He sends others to point us towards Him. But, never, not once, does He get into a power struggle with us. And when we mess up, He corrects us; but He never condemns us. Not if we are in Christ.

This has been an amazing revelation for me. I intend to study this out further, especially in Jesus' actions towards others. I believe it will prove itself. In the meantime, I recognize that to be more Christ-like, I must lean less on control and more on faith in God. The more faith I have in Him, the easier it is for me to give Him control of my life. God does not demand of me that He have control of my life. I give it to Him freely, as a gift. I know I can trust Him with it, because He has my best interest at heart.

Letting Go

I started this painting in the 90's. (Eek! It's about time I finished it.) I had everything painted except the ripples in the water and the flowers. I don't know why, but I just set it aside. I pulled it out of storage last summer and have had it sitting in my kitchen - looking at it. The Lord began to talk to me about it and so, I had to finish. I worked on it once in February and today and that's all it took. But, it took a lot of work on me to get here.

The painting was inspired by a story I once heard about a Native American tradition of dealing with the past. I heard the story on a TV show (Northern Exposure, I think), so I wouldn't count on it being historically accurate. The story goes that when a person needed to let go of the past, she would write letters to her ancestors or gather items that had past significance and take them to the river. She would release them into the river, trusting the water to deliver them to the spirits of her ancestors. Since rivers carry things away and never return, this was a way of releasing those hindrances and hurts from the past.

On my 30th birthday, I went camping alone. I had gathered some things. I wrote a few letters. I sent some stuff down the river. I burned a few things in the campfire too. I prayed... a lot. I let go of a lot. Later, I decided to paint the story. I think I stopped painting because I didn't fully understand the depth of letting go. God still needed to deal with me, teach me and bring me to where I am today.

When I finished the painting today, I said, "it is what it is." I realized that I could have fussed with it more and try to make parts of it better. But, it was time to let go and move on. Do you see the figures in the water, reaching for the flowers? They were in my original plan for the painting and that was all I really needed to paint to be finished. I debated about whether to include them, since they seem rather pagan. But, to me they represent acceptance and peace. The past is resolved. It is what it is.

For the past several months, God has been dealing with me about letting go of some things. Mistakes, hurts, disappointments, expectations, plans that never came to pass, people's opinions of me and so on. Two phrases have returned to my thoughts again and again:

Whatever happened, happened.

Don't look back.

The first is a quote from my much-missed TV show Lost. It basically means the same as "it is what it is." Certain things happen in life that can't be changed no matter how hard we try. History (despite what the revisionists think), situations, experiences, words spoken by us or to us - they can't be changed. People's opinions of us cannot be changed by us, only by the person with the opinion. I have spent way too much of my life on would've-could've-should've, what if..., and yeah but.... These are all ways of obsessing about something which we cannot control. I have replayed things in my head over and over. Has any of that effort ever changed the past? No. never. The past is what it is. Whatever happened, happened. A big part of letting go is learning to accept that concept and get to the place where we can honestly say, "OK, I can't change it and I'm not going to waste my time with trying."

I was talking to Rick about all of this awhile back and he said, "don't look back." When he said it, I immediately heard that line from CCR's song Run Through the Jungle - "Don't look back." I have heard that in my head so many times in the past several months! Just as replaying the past is obsessing, looking back is grieving over what is no more or what might have been. Another dead end street. We can spend our lives looking back, but it won't bring back the good things or change the bad. Looking back did not work out well for Lot's wife - she turned into a pillar of salt. That may not happen to us, but looking back will feed the grief and keep it alive. Feeding things just makes them get bigger. Stop feeding it, it dies. Don't look back.

We have to stop grieving and obsessing over what we cannot control. That's really what it's all about. We lack the control to change the past. We never had that kind of control and we never will. However, we can change our present and our future. We keep our eyes focused ahead. Of course we can't control other people - past, present or future. We have to learn to accept that and let go of those things others do that rub us the wrong way. Fear often tries to grip us and keep us looking back. We are afraid of being hurt, betrayed, rejected, ridiculed, invalidated, cheated or denied all over again. But, when we truly enter into the love of God and allow Him to heal all those wounded places, we learn that being wounded does not have to be so tragic. We learn to run to the Healer, cast all the cares on Him, receive His restoration and move forward. It's a process that may take some time; but it's worth the effort. It is God's will for us. Paul said it this way:

...but this one thing I do, forgetting those things which are behind, and reaching forth unto those things which are before, I press toward the mark for the prize of the high calling of God in Christ Jesus. ~ Philippians 3:8-14

The past is what it is.

Whatever happened, happened.

Don't look back.

Let go.

Press forward.

***
Notes on the painting: "Letting Go" by Carol Ann Welch, oil on canvas, 16"x20", Copyright 2011.

Immersed

I saw a vast beach that gave way to an endless ocean. I could see the farthest waves rise and fall with great power. As they neared the shore, they rolled over into white caps that crashed and splashed. Spent from their frothy play, the waves settled and lapped delicately at the beach.

There were multitudes of people all along the beach. Not crowded together, but scattered, so that each one stood alone. Many stood far from the water, with their backs to the ocean, oblivious to its existence. Others stood with them, glancing furtively to the water and away again. Still others stood at that distance from the ocean and glared at the water, unsure and afraid to approach. There were a vast number approaching the water timidly, studying it carefully. Some looked back over their shoulders, making sure of a possible escape. Then there were those who stood just in the edge of the water wiggling their toes in the wet sand and giggling as the gentle waves tickled their feet. Others were walking out into the waves. They were out to their ankles, or knees, or even their hips. Many were going deeper. Some were backing up.

The ones who ventured deeper soon found the water up to their chins. The waves were so much stronger there, that the swells lifted the people off their feet, so that they were not touching the bottom. Many were frightened by this and turned back. They liked the feel of the earth beneath their feet. It gave them a sense of control because their feet could take them where they wanted to go. The others embraced the swell of the waves and swam deeper. They were the ones that understood the character and nature of this particular ocean. They lost themselves in it, completely immersed, knowing that the ocean would carry them where they needed to go. They played in the waves, drank in the sweet water and breathed it like air. Did they drown? I guess part of them did. But the part that lived on was stronger, more joyful and filled with magnificent peace. The longer they moved with the ocean, the more like it they became. A precious few stayed long enough to become one with the water. They allowed the current to take them wherever it would. Sometimes a powerful wave would deposit them on the beach so that they could run up, sopping wet, and embrace someone who was dry. After their target was soaked, they would run joyfully back into the waves. Sometimes the person who just got soaked would follow. Sometimes others would see their joy and follow too.

The ocean sustained them always. It never betrayed them. It never rejected them. It gave them life and health, joy and peace, comfort and love. It soothed their aching hearts and healed their wounds. It cast out their fears, their failures and their frailties. It nurtured and nourished them. Those who lived in the deep were satisfied, fulfilled and complete. The emptiness that they had felt on the beach was gone. Love, acceptance and belonging had taken its place. Their love of the ocean ruled their lives. They loved one another. They also loved the ones in the shallows and the ones on the beach, often calling out to them and encouraging them to come deeper. They lived out their lives surrendered to the ocean, immersed in His love.

Come deeper, my friend, come deeper....

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Deep calls to deep at the noise of Your waterfalls; all Your waves and Your billows have gone over me. ~ Psalms 42:7

For this cause I bow my knees to the Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, of whom the whole family in Heaven and earth is named, that He would grant you, according to the riches of His glory, to be strengthened with might by His Spirit in the inner man; that Christ may dwell in your hearts by faith; that you, being rooted and grounded in love, may be able to comprehend with all saints what is the breadth and length and depth and height, and to know the love of Christ which passes knowledge, that you might be filled with all the fullness of God. ~ Ephesians 3:14-19