Ever been in a tunnel? Ever felt like you’d never come out –
no matter how fast you raced toward what you thought was the other end? Ever
wish you could magically make the tunnel go away – maybe even pretend that you
weren’t in one?!
I’ve been in a tunnel for a long time but the road out began
10 years ago.
July 19, 2002
I met a man named Michael Verkaik and my life was never the
same again. He pursued me because he was convinced that I was the woman God had
for him. He obeyed the prompting of my Father and rescued me.
A few nights ago, I confessed to Mike that our 9 years of
marriage have been very difficult. His face told me he wasn’t sure what to say
so I continued: the hardest part was dealing with myself and my junk.
He has been an amazing friend, husband, lover, and protector,
but I came loaded with rotten baggage from my past - baggage that has dragged
down our relationship. It has been excruciatingly painful to deal with, but so
worth it.
If you would’ve asked me before we got married if I had
baggage to deal with, I would’ve laughed and confidently replied, “No. I have
all the tools I need to deal with whatever comes.”
5 vehicles, 4 jobs, 3 pregnancies – 1 being a complete surprise,
2 churches, and 1 amazing God!
Throughout all that time, I didn’t even know I was in a tunnel because the ceiling looked just like the
bright outdoors. I kept on being a wife, a mom, a church member and a children’s
ministry leader the only way I knew – confidently. I felt nagging doubt in my
inner being but kept plowing away – not sure what to do.
Well, it’s true what they say: a tunnel is scary dark just before you see the light... the light of an oncoming train, that is. That day when we got the phone call about my
father’s heart attack… the day when I mailed a very difficult but hopeful letter
to him… the day he rejected all I had to say… the day my mother joined him…
Those things would’ve pushed me right over were it not for
the little lessons my Father had been teaching me about His love. What it means
for Him to love me. How much He loves me – even beyond what I do. How what I do
matters, but His love sees past even that. That the hard circumstances I
encounter are not His disapproval but His grace in my life. That His love is
anything but soft – it’s rugged enough to withstand the cross and my ugly sin. That
to wish my life had been different would be a tragedy. My very person would be
forever changed without those scars. He has taken those hard things and
redeemed them – even made them beautiful in His eyes.
Praise God we don’t
have to hide scars
They just strengthen our wounds, and they soften our hearts.
They remind us of where we have been, but not who we are
So praise God, praise God we don’t have to hide scars!
They just strengthen our wounds, and they soften our hearts.
They remind us of where we have been, but not who we are
So praise God, praise God we don’t have to hide scars!
(Jonny Diaz - Scars)
I lift my arms to my Abba! He shows me every single day what
it means to call Him Daddy.
I am surrounded by His grace… for every moment… in every
moment.
While I’m sure life will have more “scary-dark” moments, I am no longer in a tunnel because I know
my Father has my hand and I will dance confidently because He loves me!
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