A Letter to My Friend, and Flame

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Know this! There is going to be a shaking and removal of all those things that have been made by human hands and effort, in order that the things that are eternal and cannot be shaken, may remain forever!  
~ Para Hebrews 12:27

My Old Friend.

I’ve been reminiscing lately, of those glorious early days when we first knew each other – those days when the gates of hell could not prevail against us.  Do you remember?  

Do you remember how we believed the best of each other back then, never seeming to notice each other’s faults and weaknesses?  We were certain heaven was on earth, and the world was experiencing Him through us – catching on fire through our pure and overflowing affection.  

I loved how the exact words we spoke or wrote didn’t matter, either.  We communicated constantly with that unique language of ours that did not make sense to those who judged our relationship as scandalous.  At first we did not care.  We were so willing to lose the world, for His Kingdom to break forth into it.

Until it wore us down.  Flesh!  Blood!  The doubts and accusations flying!  I watched as the battle pressed upon us – in fact, ALL of us at once – our flame getting blown about in the relentless turmoil of confusion and the cares of life.  Wounded and weakened without you close by my side, I didn’t know how to be strong for the both of us – let alone for all of us.  When I finally was able to get my voice and call out to you – you were gone.

Oh I miss you my friend!  I have no hard feelings, and believe you always meant to do what’s right, and still want to do what’s right.  Is there hope for us in the days ahead?  Is there still a flicker remaining that we can blow upon and renew?

My heart is willing to forget the past, and move into the future, with you.

My heart is willing to gaze into your beautiful eyes again with love, and see your love for me, too.  

I love you.

~ First Love

To Trust and Entrust

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One of the valuable lessons that I learned from a spiritual dad of mine, was to trust only in God.  Don’t trust people.   No one.  And coming from him, he meant himself, too!  One of the first things he encouraged me to do, was to do a study in the Bible on the subject.  Needless to say, the weight of encouragement to trust God is overwhelming.  He simply cannot fail to do the right thing, always.  He is love, always.  He is consistent in character, always.  We may have false expectations about how He functions, or have illusions that need to be shattered, but that does not change His absolute perfect integrity of being the one and only “I Am” in our existence.

Now apart from this divine perfection, obviously people cannot be trusted in the same way.  There may be a willingness to do the right thing, but sometimes they become weak, fearful, or deceived, and they do what they do not want to do in a moment of passion.   Whether that means falling asleep at the greatest time a friend needs support, playing around with a neighbor’s wife, or slaying someone with negative words behind their back, even the best of the best have, or eventually will, do something shocking and inconsistent with their general nature.  “Shocking” not to God – but to those who hold themselves and others up to a perfect, consistent standard that only He lives by.

I think the more we understand this difference between trusting God, versus trusting people, the more we are to able to walk in forgiveness, both for ourselves, and for people who hurt and disappoint us. It should for all intensive purposes soften our heart, not harden it!

In fact, knowing the difference frees us to love without expectation, and have relationships that are anchored in the love of God.  He obviously knows the hearts of people, and sees them fail miserably at times (yourself, too, right?), and yet He doesn’t withdraw the warmth of His love from us.  Benefits, perhaps, and He may sadly watch us suffer some consequences for a bit.  But overall there is still an amazing sense that God has nonetheless “entrusted” Himself to us, regardless of His inability to “trust” the human nature. I mean seriously, knowing what He knows, He still puts us in charge of caring for this earth, and of raising children, and most surprising of all… bearing His Name and being His spokesperson?

I’m amazed and thankful that God dwells inside my mess, so how dare I not feel the same for someone else because of their mess.