My husband and I sat in our car that Sunday afternoon as I read aloud the letter our daughter had presented to us two days earlier, with the instructions that we read it together while she was at home—in case we had any questions. Sensing the weightiness of the letter's contents, we had put off reading it—till now.
It felt a lot like the analogy of drowning in the ocean. Every time I would pull myself up and drag myself away from the emotional ties, every time I thought I was finally free of it, that magnetic attraction would sneak up on me like an undertow at the beach, dragging the ground right out from under my feet. It was an exhausting process, one that left me feeling trapped and short of breath.
The song I'm sharing is one I wrote with a dear friend out of a heart of thankfulness and praise to God for the ways he has shown his undeniable love and erased deep strongholds of shame in my life.
I stared blankly. The blank portion of my devotional stared back. What’s my mission? My purpose in this season? Condemnation began filling up the space inside. If the principle is that Jesus invites each of us to join Him in His redemptive mission, shouldn’t I have a mission field?
What you think you want may not actually be what you need.
It was at this point that God so clearly spoke to my heart, “My plan is to change you through this circumstance,” and it was then that I realized that this was the answer to my question.
In your life, do you ever get the sense that God is allowing something uncomfortable to cause you to come to Him for rest? I certainly do! Sometimes I am fully aware of my need for His rest, and other times, I am busy and clueless of it.