I was thinking about this conversation that I've started about my dad. Thank you Mom, for your comment, I know it pushes you out of your comfort zone to post it here.
Why do I feel the need to address these things that surface in my life, instead of letting them go and forcing myself past them. Because I am feeling prompted to deal with this relationship, it will likely cause me to be severely uncomfortable and may even be painful. But, why do I push myself to dig to the roots and figure it out? It is because I want to live out my freedom in Christ. I know in my head that I am free in Him, but if I am carrying all the weight of the baggage that surfaces, I am not capable of living in that complete and total freedom.
When I have scraped the scab off of a wound, and treated the oozing painful mess underneath it, the freedom that comes from living without the bandage is so worth it. That is what we do in life. We bandaid our issues and carry the baggage and every once in awhile the stuff oozes out and we wipe it away. Sometimes we even change the bandaids, but nothing lasts forever. It will continue to ail us until we have dealt fully with the issue.
One layer at a time. God has never asked me to deal with more than one scab at a time. Some are bigger than others, but they are all nasty, crusty, ugly things that fester underneath.
Okay, I think I've made my point with this word picture. I feel like I need some peroxide and antibiotic ointment...
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