Did you know a person is willing to commute at most about 2 hours every day for work, if it is more than 2 hours, let’s say 2 hours and 30 minutes, it is deemed too long, our patience, or our willingness to drive that long is simply not there. Hmm…Interesting.
Our willingness. Our will. What a gift. We have been given free will, a truly beautiful gift given to us by the Father in Heaven. We have the choice, or will, to love and be loved. To give, and to receive. To learn and to grow. To heal.
I think it is safe to say that we all desire to be healed from a wound or scar we carry. To be freed from the pain or sorrow it brings into our lives. But so often we want to rush healing, we want the quick and easy fix, or the no more than two-hour commute to Betterville. (Lol, see what I did there?)
So we do several things, we convince ourselves that we have been healed from that deeply rooted wound, we suppress it, pretend like it’s not there, or we convince ourselves that everything is fine. “It’s fine, everything is fine.” However, when we do this or convince ourselves of this, it just causes more hurt and brews further bitterness.
So why? Why do we do this? Because more often than not, that wound, that cross we carry around with us, it’s a heavy one, the heaviest. Facing it, or bringing it to the light, brings many emotions, or feelings we are not quite ready to face or deal with. So we convince ourselves that ignoring it is better than feeling the weight of the cross.
So often we can become upset with God, demanding Him to heal us, to rid us of our cross, of the pain. But Christ He looks at us and just says, “Allow me.”
Jesus desires nothing more than to heal us. To shower us with His mercy and love, but are we willing to allow that? To open our hearts to God, and to allow Him to enter into our most vulnerable self. Are we willing to show ourselves that person? Are we willing to face just how broken we are?
Our culture today has convinced us that showing any sign of vulnerability is a sign of weakness. Any dependence on someone other than ourselves is a sign of weakness. What lies, what truly disgusting lies. Because my bros and sis’s if we do not enter that vulnerability, if we do not allow Christ to shine His light in the areas of deep hurt within us, the areas where we feel and carry the most pain, then we will never be healed, no matter how hard we try to suppress it, or pretend like we have, or utter the phrase “It’s fine, everything’s fine.” We must lay it all down before our Savior. Because He came so that we might have life, and have it abundantly. Are we living abundantly or fully ourselves when we ignore these parts of ourselves?
We must not only be receptive to healing and love, but we must be patient with ourselves. Healing takes time. It takes work and a constant will to enter into that vulnerability. I understand, I get it, it isn’t easy. It’s hard. I know because I am right there beside you, accepting the same love and mercy for my own healing.
It can get frustrating, we may get tired, and we may get discouraged. But I want to share these comforting words, words that were spoken to me by a fellow struggling saint. I had just opened up to him, part in frustration but more so out of discouragement. I had convinced myself that the cross that I bear, the wound that is deeply rooted within me, will be what keeps me from becoming a saint. But he told me that this wound and my desire, my will, to be freed from it, to choose God, will be exactly what makes me a Saint, a great one at that, because Christ takes our weakness, our brokenness and makes it our greatest strength. But I need to be patient with the journey, taking it one day at a time, and I need to allow Christ to make that weakness, my strength.
Christ heals us and reveals to us a better version of ourselves. So keep fighting my fellow struggling saints, keep fighting and striving. For healing is ours, as long as we accept it.
But honestly guys, we need to stop trying to face these crosses alone. We need to stop telling ourselves that we can handle this struggle, this pain on our own and by our own accord. We need to invite someone else into that pain. But why is it so hard to open up to someone about it? Fear. It’s very real. Opening up this part of ourselves to someone takes not only a lot of courage, but an act of trust as well, trust that the person we open up to will be receptive to our pain and receive it in love. It hurts when the person we open up to does the opposite, I know, I have been there.
So when we do open up to someone about this, let’s be prudent about it. Let’s discern that this is the person, the fellow struggling saint, that the Lord has brought to us to help carry our cross. A fellow Simon. How did the saints of the past became saints? Become who God was calling them to be? They became saints by walking with other saints. No one became a saint on their own. God is calling us to be saints. We become saints not by earning it and not by deserving it, but by bringing our weakness and our hurts before the Lord, and walking through the narrow gate with a trusted confidant.
How can a doctor heal a broken arm if we keep telling him that we don’t’ have one? How can God heal a broken heart if we keep telling Him we don’t have one? Trust in Him. We are seen. We are loved. We are not a burdens. God did not create us to be burdens. He created us to be great. He created us to be saints.
My grace is sufficient for you, for power is made perfect in weakness.- 2 Corinthians 12:9