"Help me to win my endless fears , You've been so faithful for all my years. With one breath You make me new, Your grace covers all I do..."
[Jeremy Camp]
It's rising up in me again. That paralyzing fear.
Unrelenting waves of fear that grip my heart in all its mounting strength and steals the breath from my lungs.
Imagine yourself coming back from a long trip, suitcase in hand as you open the door, and someone comes up to you to see if you want to play make-believe. You know now those were surface beliefs. You aren't going to go get your dress-up clothes and toys from the garage now that you know it isn't real.
[The prison-house is the world of sight, the light of the fire is the sun]
-Plato's "Allegory of the Cave"
This is how my beliefs have shifted. Once enthralled by a glittering world of material and selfish pursuits, I have caught a frightening glimpse of the barren landscape of empty living. The world that I once saw through shrouded eyes has been unveiled to reveal the truth of Christ's Kingdom and His mission here. I can finally see what real Christians are fighting to expose deeper than this present reality so many of us covet. I have found myself faced with the blinding truth revealed in Scripture becoming deeply convicted and unable to turn away from Jesus as I watch in pain as a world blurs right by Him.
Satan hits me with truth that I live in a world that has fallen. He continues to highlight the minority I am a part of in devoting myself to Christ. Nobody around me seems to grasp the immense urgency, the seriousness, the pained outlook on this world that I have developed as my faith grows. Not many understand the fulfillment I get when God grants me the privilege of leading people away from brokenness and one step closer to Jesus by His power. He has been revealing the absolute truth and nature of what is important in the daily life I lead and future that I desire as I seek Him (Matthew 7:7).
No, many will continually tell me to bring my head back down to earth, and talk endlessly of the empty surface things. Forget about the lost. Worry about your dreams, your future. Not everybody can be perfect and Christian. Move on. You're going to have to accept the way things are and adapt. There's a lot of crap in this world and you can't help everyone.
I find myself sinking deeper into this worldly thinking and questioning if following Jesus all out is too extreme for a girl of eighteen years still struggling to discover her place in this world. I find myself slowly taking some of my eggs out of my "God basket" and placing them back in my own. That'll be safer right? Maybe settling for good rather than the best is okay.
For all of the times I have confidently affirmed in the core of my soul that God has a man out there to spend the rest of my life with, I find myself falling once again back into doubt and lack of trust in God's plan and provision.
What if I never meet the man of God that I dream and hope for? What if I meet them and they're never available?
What if I become so consumed in my career that I miss the opportunity to meet someone and its too late?
What if I end up struggling, alone, and unfulfilled because I strayed from the path God intended?
What if worldly influences shape me and dull the fiery passion for Jesus that I carry?
I have felt completely alone at times.
I am so blessed to have the support in faith that I do, but something in my soul cries out for more. This hole can only be filled and satisfied by God yet I continually blame it on other things. Some people in my life understand the way my life focus has shifted towards living out Christ's love to the lost. Some are simply confused by why I would spend my time and all of my energy on that. Some see the sin in our society for the evil that it is and attempt to restore. Others remain blind to the fact that so much of the evils have been disguised as culturally acceptable ways of this world. I have seen that Satan disguises as an angel of light as does much of the sin present in our lives (2 Corinthians 11:13-15).
My response to that will be that I will live my life. Except I will live my life in Him for He is the only way, truth, and the life that leads me on (John 14:16).
The world does not seem to accept a life lived in honor of the One who created it, but hey, that seems a bit much right? Living to honor the reason you're alive. Crazy, I know.
I have found myself lost in this place where lies seem to be everything. The rough foundation paved over by more lies, a roof caving in, walls cracked and peeling, and floors breaking. Surface things are not only a part of this life, but life itself. Materialism, drinking, parties, money, fame, empty living. I find myself sometimes more frustrated than content at the end of many conversations, Facebook log-ins, realizations about the world because I feel utterly helpless as I sit here watching it all happen silently. Shining God's light into this hopelessness can seem like "emptying the ocean through an eye dropper" as Katie Davis writes in "Kisses for Katie". This can leave you broken if you let it gain footing in your life and allows you to believe the lie that your existence carries no weight.
If Christ is working things together for the good of those who love and trust in Him, what about those who unknowingly threatening to tear those who do love God from the place we stand in faith? Will they be shielded from slipping and falling?
I am fearful they will win because my weakness flares with every step I take away from the cross.
Relying on my own power, I am a sheep attempting to take on wolves that snarl and threaten to break down the gates of a fragile heart.
Matthew 10:16 says, “Behold, I am sending you out as sheep in the midst of wolves, so be wise as serpents and innocent as doves."
This is how I feel. Armed with the truth of Christ I stand, yet my knees shake and tears flow when I am faced with the overwhelming and daunting task of courageously seeking Jesus with all that my soul has to offer. It may mean standing up to friends who are in the wrong, confronting, taking an other worldly stand. It will mean laying down my life to take up the one I'm meant for otherwise I cannot call myself a follower of His (Luke 14:26). It will mean speaking and acting on the kind of truth that will transform but shall begin with a sword (Ephesians 6:17). It will mean stepping out of the boat with eyes fixed wholeheartedly on the Savior who beckons for me, all of me. To follow in faith, casting off fear and doubt of this world to step into the unknown.
"Then Peter got down out of the boat, walked on the water and came toward Jesus. But when he saw the wind, he was afraid and, beginning to sink, cried out, “Lord, save me!”
Immediately Jesus reached out his hand and caught him.“You of little faith,” he said,
“why did you doubt?” [Matthew 14:29-31]
I doubt all of the time, God knows this of me. I give way to fear as my foundation slowly cracks no matter how many times I plant my feet firmly in the ground and Christ reminds me of my place in Him. Since writing the blog "Fuel to my fire" two days ago, the tides have turned revealing the nature of my human heart. Tossed into turbulent seas, hearts will stray. They will wander, doubt, worry for their own safety, taking focus off of Jesus.
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In the past few weeks, he has been playing into weaknesses and wounds I have carried for many of the years of my life and I find myself brought back.
Lack of trust, rising doubts, lingering fear. I see it all as I take a good long look at my life. As my eyes stray from the cross, I stop dead in my tracks. How can I even for one moment step away from Jesus, the shining Light of my life? How can I be lost in trivial pursuits when You are all that matters and the reason I was placed here was to love You? Then I see myself through His eyes.
"Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it, prone to leave the God I love; here's my heart, O take and seal it, seal it for thy courts above."
I am prone to wander. The very verse that has sparked compassion in my heart for the lost
this year has spelled out the very clear reality that I am one of them.
Matthew 9:36 says, "When he saw the crowds, he had compassion on them, because they were harassed and helpless, like sheep without a shepherd."
How ironic that I would pridefully believe I was above that. That God wouldn't need to rescue me once again because I was forever fixed on Him.
I am not the "special" Christian who has it all figured out and stand rock solid in my faith no matter what life brings me. I am not the one who shines before my family and friends every day the light and love Christ calls me to because I fall short. Romans 3:23 says, "For all have sinned and fall short of the glory of God." I am prone to doubt, prone to fear, prone to sin, prone to judge, prone to wander.
Yet despite all this, with eyes fixed on myself, I look up to meet the eyes of a God who loves me anyways.
He who longs to bring me back no matter how many times I turn away and try and do things my way. The God who pursues me anyways.
I will hold high the name of Christ. I shall walk by faith and know His ways are higher. I will trust in Him and cling to Him as the world tries to overshadow my true and divine purpose in this world.
Fear and Christ cannot both hold places in my heart.
I choose Him.
[Well I will walk by faith even when I cannot see. Well because this broken road prepares Your will for me...]
"Now faith is the assurance of things hoped for,
the conviction of things not seen."
[Hebrews 11:11 ]