Walking the Passage: My Redemption Song... Part Two

Saturday, March 2, 2013

My Redemption Song... Part Two

My past was looming large. Not the things that were done to me, the things I have done. The places where I caused harm, and at times didn't even care. Then it wasn't just the past. It was where I could point to now and see lack, and how my inadequacies cause harm.

I want to share something really precious to me. For those of you who have read the blog post: http://walkingthepassage.blogspot.com/2013/02/do-you-know-that-you-will-always-be-ok.html There is a place in there where I write about how Jesus was sitting on the end of my bed and holding my left foot. The moments with the Lord in that time were some of the most full I have ever walked.

But until I would share that story with my husband the question of why He was holding onto my left foot wasn't connecting with me.

So this past Summer I had to have two surgeries on my big left toe. And some of those issues are coming up again and it looks like a third surgery is going to have to take place.

One thing about me is physical pain and I aren't friends. Well, Mims who is friends with physical pain. True. What I mean to say is there are aspects to parts of my life where the amount of physical pain I was subjected to still causes me to cringe. So when there is physical pain within my body, it can serve as a reminder of other times.

As I told Jim about how Jesus was touching my left foot and what He was saying, Jim just looked at me. As he looked at me, it dawned on me.. finally, OK I'm slow on the pick up sometimes.

Jesus was holding my left foot! Primarily Jesus had been holding my foot by my big toe. I was trying to think of all the metaphoric symbolism without just seeing it for the most amazing, majestic, kind demostration of His love that was filling out the moment at hand.

His proclaimations then of calling me to trust Him in the truth that I will always be ok, took on even more depth and I was moved to the core of my being. He was truly proclaiming into me that I would be ok. For now, for then, for always! My heart has been made so full.

Never shying away from the stories that make up my life, I feel like I am stepping into a whole new realm with them. Maybe it is in completing Book One, maybe it is just finally beginning to taste what it might mean to be emerging from this very long season of transition, whatever it is there is a sweetness in the air and a feeling of the reality that “behold, the Winter is past...” Song of Songs 2:11.

I know my story stands as a Redemption Song more than ever. I know that your stories stand as a Redemption Song more than ever, I know that my guilt is done and my sins are forgiven in ways I have never experienced. I know that your guilt is done and your sins forgiven in ways I have never known, that are birthing compassion and the capacity to hand out grace in ways I have never imagined.

I know that He is so thoroughly making all things new. I know that truth. And while accusations might still want to roar, the power of their hold has been so greatly dimished, I stand in awe of God in ways that wave after wave are pouring over me and upon under which I am brought to my knees as gratitude courses through my veins.

I was lost and now am so found. I had not known mercy but I do now more than ever, I was not part of a people and now I am called a child of God. As are you! As are you!

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One of my Favorite Narnian Quotes...

“One word, Ma’am,” he said, coming back from the fire; limping because of the pain. “One word. All you’ve been saying is quite right, I shouldn’t wonder. I’m a chap who always liked to know the worst and then put the best face I can on it. So I won’t deny any of what you said, even so. Suppose we have only dreamed, or made up, all those things – trees and grass and sun and moon and stars and Aslan himself. Suppose we have. Then all I can say is that, in that case, the made-up things seem a good deal more important than the real ones. Suppose this black pit of a kingdom of yours is the only world. Well, it strikes me as a pretty poor one. And that’s a funny thing, when you come to think of it. We’re just babies making up a game, if you’re right. But four babies playing a game can make a play-world that makes you real world hollow. That’s why I’m going to stand by the play-world. I’m on Aslan’s side even if there isn’t any Narnia. So, thanking you kindly for our supper, if these two gentlemen and the young lady are ready, we’re leaving your court at once and setting out in the dark to spend our lives looking for the Overland.

A Brilliant Quote from Marianne Williamson

Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate,

but that we are powerful beyond measure.

It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us.

We ask ourselves, "Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous?"

Actually, who are you not to be?

You are a child of God.

Your playing small does not serve the world.

There is nothing enlightening about shrinking

so that others won't feel unsure around you.

We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us.

It is not just in some of us; it is in every one.

As we let our light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.