It’s my favorite place, this chunky red chair tucked within the corner, a sanctuary surrounding the peace of winter’s foggy mornings. This place of sinking and settling in to safety, where God breathes life into my bones and whispers affirmations to a soul always needing reminded of a father’s love.
The memory surfaces in this space of emptying; I’ve learned to trust the timing. And it’s really not about the memory as much as it is the message. Once buried deeply and clinging to the fragile walls of this little-girl-heart. For too many years steering and driving toward an endless search for approval and belonging.
I remember…the patches of clovers rustling in the breeze, and by summer’s end, my collection of “four-leafers” would be grand. Flattened and displayed delicately between the pages of wishful thinking, ever hoping, ever longing for life to change. To be seen and heard and hugged…and loved.
It’s all anyone wants really – to be free of love-earning and approval-seeking. And unless we recognize the lie born of our scars, our searching hearts remain trapped.
Trapped in presenting the outward instead of cultivating the inward
Settling for the boundaries of superficial instead of surrendering to the vastness of unconditional
Compromising self instead of embracing authentic
Trudging through endless doing instead of thriving through simply being
Confined by unattainable perfection instead of dancing in freedom
It takes great courage to open the door of a self built cage, and even greater courage to step outside. To accept that our childlike need for approval created this cage. And our constant flurry of love-seeking sealed the door to the truth.
But this truth cannot be silenced, and at some point in our life, when we come to the end of ourselves, we hear its serenade clearly. This truth which was spoken over a blood stained cross begins to permeate our every thought and behavior and action.
It slices through the lies sown by the enemy of our souls, and we taste a love so profound and a belonging so solid.
“ just as He chose us in Him before the foundation of the world, that we should be holy and without blame before Him in love, 5 having predestined us to adoption as sons by Jesus Christ to Himself, according to the good pleasure of His will, 6 to the praise of the glory of His grace, by which He made us accepted in the Beloved.” Ephesians 1:4-6 (NKJV)
The memory washes over as so many before. But this one ushers in a reminder, a truth I need to cling to this week. When I am tempted to swallow the bitter pill of comparison instead of drinking the sweet honey of a love that chose Me. A love that chose You!
Such truth doesn’t just change some things – It changes everything! There is nothing we can do to be loved less. There is nothing we can do to be loved more.
In the stillness of the whisper, we take our first step in truth, and we are changed.
We belong because we are chosen.
We are loved unconditionally because we are adopted.
We have nothing to earn because we are accepted.
And we are forever #pre-approved!