This morning I dreamt that I kept barging into a doctor’s office.
The first time I was supposed to be there.
The second time he had a room full of other professionals in there. He was busy with them but assured me I’d be okay and that he would be with me when he finished.
The third time I told him I couldn’t wait. That I had to speak to a female Doctor from my past. Because something was wrong and they were the only ones who could help me because they were the only ones who believed.
The office was full of other doctors and professionals. And the male doctor told me to go to the hospital. He assured me that the female Doctor would eventually be there. But I didn’t believe him. And she knew it. So she told me, “Sarah, I am so tired, but I will be there.”
I closed the door to the office and felt bad. Here she was so tired and I was insisting on her doing more. I didn’t want to be like that. Why couldn’t I help myself? Why couldn’t I control my panic?
It’s because we don’t believe. We think this is the end of the story.
Why didn’t I go to God?
I was like Peter: walking on water until I looked down at all the reasons this shouldn’t be working. Seeing only my lack. How unable I was to keep the gig going. Letting all the circumstances speak louder to me than Spirit’s whispers of reminders of how many times God had come through in amazing ways before with just what I needed.
I thought I needed another person to help me. To deliver me. Because I couldn’t see how I could deliver myself. And I felt abandoned by God. Forgotten. So i didn’t think to factor Them into the equation.
Oh sure, intellectually I would have told you so. Intellectually I wouldn’t have denied God. But in my heart, I allowed circumstances to speak differently. And my choices spoke to the fact that I thought it was really up to me. To save myself.
Just because we see a body in the grave, that doesn’t mean that it’s over. In so many ways. The Jesus you sing and go on about has a really cool story about things turning around when it looked like all hope was lost, when all those promises were full of shit. This God you once believed in specializes in bringing what looks dead back to life.
And yet here we are in the middle. Of our story. Stuck between what we thought we knew and where we hoped we could be. What do we do here in the waiting? While “reality” is demanding our attention?
This is where I messed up before. I hung too closely to a particular narrative. I didn’t leave room for mystery. For God to surprise me with Their best. For what I intellectually would have agreed was more than I could ask or imagine.
Let me tell you a story. One time I was living in Corpus Christi. And I was bidding on some work that was available to me. But I wanted the work at a certain price that seemed fair to me. Not over the top; I needed the money but I didn’t want to undervalue myself just because of fear. So I waited. And someone else won the bid.
But God? I thought all this time you were teaching me to stop settling for crumbs when you wanted to give me my own whole cake?
“Just keep doing what you would do right now as if everything is going to work out.”
In other words, stop worrying and give myself, everyone, and everything to Them, to Their heart. Does God Love me or not?
Don’t factor Trinity out just because you don’t see. Just to try to save Them face. And yourself the hurt if They don’t come through as and when you expect. As if They can’t handle even the biggest challenge. As if They aren’t well aware of how we perceive Them. As if They aren’t able to manage Their own reputation. I dare you to think bigger. There is a lot more going on here if God hasn’t yet given us the things we felt like we for sure were promised. Even the biggest.
And so I chose, I decided to relax. And give God that problem. I’m Their kid. They know what I need. They Love me. And They know even more than me, or all the other people judging me, my inability to fix the things that are out of my control.
And then, as I was trusting the outcome to Them, there it was again – the bid. Something had happened. The other person it had been awarded to pulled out at the last minute. Didn’t go forth with the job. And put it back out there. For me. Now at a higher price. Much closer to what I originally wanted. I couldn’t resist. I snagged it as soon as I could. And won. Everything I needed for that time.
The lesson was clear: if God had given me something, I didn’t have to worry. Even if it looked like it was gone, He’d bring it back if it was really mine.
“But people, God?”
Even people.
I don’t get confirmation about specific ones in specific ways. But out of the blue someone I thought was absolutely gone will reach out and contact me randomly. Just when I am navigating these things. Someone I had tried to communicate with will all of a sudden, after years of failed attempts, pop back up. Showing me that it’s not over until it’s the end. And it’s not the end yet. Not if I’m still here.
But healing isn’t guaranteed in my timeline. Or how I expect. That’s where the panic comes in. When I forget that. That’s what I need to let go of: my version of how I think God is going to work all of this out.
Because this is about my heart more than the circumstances. Our hearts. Some of us more so than others. The little rejected lambs. We panic. As we should, as expected for kids who don’t yet know better. Who understandably think they’ve lost all that matters.
But The Good Shepherd knows. That once we get it, once we’re convinced of Their goodness, then we won’t be afraid. Then we will run to Them.
And the other lambs will see this. Then the other lambs won’t be afraid. They’ll follow us first out of curiosity because of our audacity. Our lack of fear in the face of everything. But then eventually they’ll see for themselves that it’s okay to come close, okay to do differently. And that’s when everything will really change exponentially.
Would you like to be a part of that? Haven’t you already prayed for it many times over?
God doesn’t author these bad things that happen. God just works with whatever we give Them, whatever we bring Them. Even the things we don’t; the hurts we keep hidden and to ourselves. And turns them around, turns everything around for good. Somehow.
That’s why we’re safe. Jesus proved it already when He let us nail Him up, naked and bleeding for all to see and mock. He said, They said, “Give us your best shot, all you’ve got. And We’ll show You that there’s nothing to worry about. That no matter what you do or don’t do – You will always and only be Loved. And included.”
It’s not over for you yet. For us.
“Daydream, I fell asleep amid the flowers,
For a couple of hours on a beautiful day.
Daydream, I dreamed of you amid the flowers,
For a couple of hours, such a beautiful day!”
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Daydream
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On Purpose
Just a reminder that the Christmas story is also God reminding you not to think less of yourself.
God didn’t bring Jesus to Prince William and Princess Kate in Buckingham Palace. Lovely as they may or may not be.
No, the point of Christmas is that you are Loved just the same as everyone else. Don’t let the religious leaders or the social media influencers tell you differently.
Even if all others see you as is an unwed homeless immigrant teen mom who can only afford a weekly motel in the rough part of town.
Jesus was also born in a ghetto of sorts. To someone who would have been ostracized.
On purpose. Not as a last resort.
Because Jesus came to redeem how you see God and yourself. And then others.
You are already Loved.
God still sees you as Their kid. No matter what you have or haven’t done.
And we do abandonment because of our brokenness, but Trinity does not.
Remember how excited people can be at the birth of a new baby. Think of that when you think of how much God loves you.
Period.
Even when you’ve turned your back and done the worst.
That’s why angels sing on high. Because there is no other greater Love. That absolutely does not depend on us.
Amen?
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Will we forgive ourselves?
Interesting that God says to not even judge ourselves. If we judge others then it might not be God, but our own judgement that will come back and haunt us so to speak. What if I stopped judging myself? What would that even look like? Maybe it would involve giving Jesus every bit of shame, disappointment, and even anger towards myself. Asking Him what He thinks of it all.
Sometimes when I ask God for forgiveness, I feel like He says, “Stop”; that it never was, never is, and never will be about appeasing Him. He is the kind of parent who knew what He was getting into before we even showed up. He is not disappointed. He does not operate out of ego. He has nothing to prove. He knows who we are. His love for us is never in question. He never has a doubt. It has only ever been our perception of Him and ourselves that Trinity is ever healing. Collectively and individually.
Our hearts know when we see true love. We feel it in the part of us that sings apart from knowledge and arguments. The part of us that rejoices when a baby is born, a dog is rescued, or a long-awaited loved one returns home.
Will we forgive ourselves? I wager we don’t even know how. Again, Jesus says we are welcome to bring Him everything. He will sort it out. He will open our eyes and hearts. He will wash us clean of all the mess we and others have put upon us. He will show us how to receive His love. As we allow ourselves to rest, others will feel the difference without our having to force them to submit to any postured authority. -
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Will I give people more power than God? Will I let the opinions of others keep me small and silent?
What if God says I am loved versus just being tolerated or appeased? What if God says I am accepted and included? What if God is proud of me?
How much more weight will I give to the words of others versus God’s heart for me?
I’d gladly speak without showing myself for all to scrutinize. For all to judge and pick apart. I don’t want to bear the attention. But I feel like that is the easy way out. My version of Moses saying, “But they won’t listen to me, Lord.”
What if it is our perceived flaws that God is so eager to celebrate? Not to shame us. But that through us others may see and feel real hope? What gospel would it be if it only offers hope to those who already seem to have it all together? What gospel would it be if it is only for those who have enough strength?
I have prayed way more than three times to come to you as a different person. A more sanitized socially-acceptable version of myself. But He changed my heart. He showed me a different perspective. And so here I am.
If God is for us, is that enough? If the Creator of the entire universe is for us then is that enough? It was enough for David. It was enough for Joseph. It was enough for Gideon. It was enough for Ruth. It was enough for Esther. Is it enough for us?
How much wasted time have I spent agonizing over trying to fit in when maybe God absolutely wants me to stand out?
And so here I am. Vulnerable, but not alone. Giving all my fears and feelings to God. Who better to speak to my heart? To penetrate the years of discouragement?
What shame will we ask Jesus about today? What shame will we bring to Holy Spirit for healing today? God already knows. He assures us that we are welcome. That we are His kids and He does not do abandonment. He will never leave us alone.
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Will I Limit God?
How do I navigate this new world? By my knowledge? By my intelligence? By my experience? By my resources? By what other strength?
How well have those things works for me in the past?
How many years will I keep trying to march back across this desert towards what seemed like self-sufficiency? How long will I return to the vomit of the deceiving security I knew in the hard work of Egypt?
Sure, it was rough and there were bad times, but I seemed to have friends and family there. I seemed to have community.
Do we sit in church on Sunday and sing songs to a God whose last thought for us was only when people say He bailed us out of an eternal BBQ pit 2,000 years ago?
Is this Father so impotent that His chief concern is advancing some global agenda at the expense of our hearts? In spite of our concerns?
Will I worship fear? Will I give fear more power than God?
It’s hard to imagine what I have never experienced.
Do dreams come true only for the youth?
Are all our fine words, all our praise simply empty hope?
Does our God still move? Does He still care? Is Holy Spirit not always in the process of healing our hearts? Not for God’s ego, but so that we will not miss out on all that we have been Created to enjoy and experience during this human experience.
Will I limit God? Will I define the boundaries of His power? Will I insist on taking control?
And even if I scramble to keep myself afloat in my own ways, will He ever give up on me? Is this a Father who leaves me to myself? Who waits for me to find my way back to Him?
Is this a Father who only provides the bare minimum out of a sense of duty?
Is this a Father who is only reactive? Who is off solving other people’s problems until I am good enough? Until I have stolen a moment of His attention?
Will this God pick us up off the floor or are we abandoned, neglected children expected to bear and navigate the unknown all on our own?
Can Holy Spirit not give us insight and wisdom beyond our awareness?
What if it is simply a matter of turning off the noise and having a conversation?
What if we are not a bother to God?
What if we always have God’s attention?
What if we are a joy even in our mess?
What if we are already safe and already included?
What if we are mostly ignorant to all that is already ours to enjoy?
I am a child who is wanted.
I am a child who is very loved.
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Prison
My beliefs dramatically changed five years ago. The foundational beliefs of the core of my being. Everything. Completely gut-wrenching even if in the best way.
I never anticipated all that would be impacted. I thought there was just going to be an intellectual reorganization. But no, I feel like every single last part of my world has been flipped upside down. I literally have nothing to stand on anymore except I am sure God Loves me.
And one of the most difficult and painful parts of this transformation has been the loss of community. It’s probably a good thing that I struggled to ever fit in as much as I barely did. Because the agony over losing everyone has been piercing. I can’t imagine if I had been more integrated.
It feels sometimes like it would be easier to go back to the hell of before. At least I had company then.
But now I’d have to be obliterated out of my mind to tolerate what I used to put up with. I wouldn’t be able to stomach it. It would eat me up from the inside out.So I’m stuck in this awful middle place. Too conservative for the non-believers and too liberal for the believers. I literally can’t win.
I’ve finally stopped fighting it. And accepted that I am still in a very long season of healing. Not only surgery, but lots of mental and emotional rehabilitation to strengthen the new spiritual legs I’ve been given.
Currently focusing on learning to be okay with me. Working on trying not to play small. To honor and even celebrate all of me. The uniqueness that is this collection of attributes that isn’t everyone’s cup of tea. And that’s okay because I wasn’t created to be. Look at Creation. It would be terrible if we were all the same. So I’m becoming my own best friend. Learning how to not outsourcing self-love. And then see who eventually has enough courage to come alongside and publicly claim me.
Even if it isn’t my preference, I’m now okay living in the dissonance of not always jiving with every last person. But it’s easier if the ones out of alignment are those I’m not interested in connecting with.
What I expected was rejection from people whose beliefs are what I came out of. What I did not anticipate was the rejection of those that I thought were with me on this new path. That was pretty devastating. You think you found some new friends, some cohorts for the journey. But no, the celebration starts to end as instead they also back off. And it’s initially difficult to understand why. Pain making everything so intense. Clouding bigger vision.
There are probably several reasons, but one in particular hit me today: some people don’t want to pay the cost for more freedom; they’ve decided to settle for what appears to look like just a more comfortable prison.
I can’t blame them too much. I’ve been there. Hell, I am in the fight even now. And the cost is a lot. Healing, true healing is far from cheap. You will pay for every last bit.
Maybe the easier parts at first, but then that shit gets DEEP. All the way down to the stuff you even forgot about. Those pains that stretch all the way back. Been dragged along this whole time. Through every relationship.
You were content to let sleeping dogs lie. But Spirit knows what great good is in it for you if you dare to lean in. Not for anyone or anything else. This isn’t about the world right now – this is about you. That part of you that you’ve never trusted with anyone. The parts you can barely think about.
And people spend their whole lives running from this opportunity. Medicating themselves legally or illegally. Distracting themselves into oblivion. Working so much that they are too tired to think or feel. That’s probably what I leaned toward.
Or enveloping themselves with the lives of so many others in an effort to forget their own. Somewhat existing vicariously if they can manage to suppress their jealousy at least openly.
Until some crisis happens and you are all alone. With your thoughts. Your heart. No one or nothing else there. Just you and God.
You can keep running but it’s always going to come back to this. Until you face it. Until you go through it.
A million different ways. You’ll be off thinking you are doing a new thing. And somehow, someway it will always boil down to this: the next step in your healing.
Not for your shame or punishment. Although sometimes we put it off so long that natural consequences have stacked up. But even then I trust that the real life and real love you want is on the other side. Because God doesn’t ever do abandonment.
On this side things may never be able to go back to how they were, but there’s a reason they were allowed to fall apart in the first place. And if the future is different than you wish, that doesn’t mean there won’t be any good. Or even better. Despite our ability to imagine it.
You paint your limitations on the situation. You don’t factor in your God. Whose mercies are endless. You put the picture of someone who hurt you on Their face. And it isn’t true. There has always been One rooting for you even all the times you messed up. All the times you fell down and gave up.
This is only the end if you let it be. Sure, there are no guarantees. But if you’ve already lost so much, then why not intentionally risk just a little more?
Your healing will happen in real time. With real people. Not just an intellectual exercise. But the good news is so will the benefits. Much more than the going through motions you valiantly tried to settle for all this time.
What if everything you tried to convince yourself to live without is just waiting for you on the other side of simply being open to starting to say yes? Or no. Whichever it is for you today.
I’d love to have the answers and give you the green light, but I’m not that smart. And in my experience, God may not give you the easy way out either. Because this is personal. This is your sweet heart and soul being cleansed from what was done to you. So the new and better has a place to land. For you, even if purely for your enjoyment. And you could use maybe more than a little relief, eh?
But the point is you have to want it for yourself. It’s not enough that God values you. Obviously. Trinity wants you to value yourself. Love yourself as much as you are Loved.
So, ask if I’m wrong. I dare you. Ask not for a sign, but for eyes to see and ears to hear. All that’s really out there. For you first.
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Unclean
I wish I could scream this from the mountain tops for all the world to hear.
It’s amazing the answers you can get from God when you go to Trinity for wisdom versus trying to decide which interpretation of a book written thousands of years ago to different people still applies to you.
In that, God has even been healing the Bible for me.
So many examples. But some from a theme that has been running for me a good while now.
One: I was asking God about something. He told me if prostitutes were good enough for Jesus then they’re good enough for me. As in the church folks were the ones condemning the women Jesus welcomed. So, no shame at all there. Practical concerns, sure – time for that in a different conversation. But most importantly Jesus was encouraging the prostitutes not to sin only in the sense of not allowing anyone to talk down to them. Not to trade what the judgers said about them in exchange for what Jesus says about them.
I feel so confident in this. But you’re welcome to keep looking at it differently. If that’s the measure you feel comfortable holding yourself to.
Again, in like manner with music for me. You have no idea how many decades I’ve wrestled with this. A constant battle. Until I brought it to Jesus. Then freedom. I heard, “Hasn’t this music helped you?” So, so, so, so many times. On repeat. Kept my head above water more so than even therapy. These artists. With their words that you judge. Risking being open and honest when so many others shame and condemn. Reject. Dismiss. Radio silent.
No, music saved me more than anyone. So, play. I am, I will. EnJoy this Life I’ve been given. This freedom.
That really came out of being able to say “no” to a long, long standing battle I’ve been in since December 2017. God brought me a thought kinda like, “Go, give away all your money to the poor, and follow me.” Except it was, “Take two weeks without working and write.” All this time, almost five years, I’ve been wrestling with that sentence. That proposition.
Until one of my customers recently showed me a song (again, music) called, “God Hates the Tips” by Trevor Moore. The lyrics are ridiculous. And that’s the point. It finally hit home: “I wonder if the people of old could have told God no?” Whether He really said what they thought He said might be irrelevant. But maybe, ironically, God plays Devil’s Advocate in order to get us to see the insanity of some of the things we are so married to. If we are reluctant to accept that things might actually be good and easy sometimes.
But you have eaten from the tree of the knowledge of good and evil. You have taken that burden on when it is way above your pay grade.
THAT was the whole point of the book of Job. I’ve heard, the oldest of those stories told in your precious Bible. That’s the question for all of us: are we going to appoint ourselves as judges and choose law? And proceed to exhaust ourselves round and round on the hamster wheel of performance to obtain “worth”? Or are we going to let God Love us – simple as that?
When you are an innocent kid, before your behavior threatens the image they want to portray to the world in order to try to obtain security through the illusion of acceptance, you just trust. You live and don’t think of these things. Who deceived you?
So I told God no. After almost five years, I told God no – I’m not going to do “crazy” things anymore to try to prove my faith, love, trust, and belief to you. And I felt like God said, “Finally!” As in, it’s about damn time. “You never have to prove anything to Me. I always have and always will Love you the same. I relish in giving you everything. As long as it is healing. And won’t contribute to some ongoing bondage in you.”
God never needed to test me. God never needed my faith or belief. I’m the one who insisted on that burden. I was trying to prove it to myself. Thinking that maybe then I’d be good enough for something. Maybe then love would come my way. Since being myself hadn’t worked so well up to that point with others. Broken in their own ways. Unable to be there for me. And I took it way more personally than was warranted. Although, understandably. As it started way before I was old enough to know any differently.
So I’m the one who insisted on performance. On tit for tat. On earning something. When God was happy to give it freely all along.
We’re the ones who decided to take the gavel and then couldn’t live up to our own standards. We run and hide in all kinds of theology.
When all along God beckons us just to simply come back Home. Where the table is set, ready to celebrate.
But we are the ones who insist on a sacrifice. On penance to be paid for not living up to the rules we decided to judge ourselves by.
So They said, “Fine, give Us all you got. All the punishment you think you need in order to be made clean.” And we did it. We hung Him up by nails on a tree. After we beat Him and made Him bleed. And God said, “Is that enough for you? Be sure. Because I don’t want you to be afraid. To live in this lie of fear.”
And at some point, after enough blood was shed, we said, “Yes, we are satisfied.”
So every time we don’t live up to the rules we decide to hold others to, God says, “Look at that Cross – if you need to. In order to not be afraid. In order to climb out of your tree and come back to Me. To sit at the table and talk some more. So eventually you will start to see and know that no matter what you could ever do, my Love for you never changes. I don’t need a sacrifice like you think you do. You’re the one who insists on rules. When all along I am scanning the horizon, anticipating the joy of welcoming you back with open arms.”
And this, this is why some people need marriage and kids. God told me that also. When I was asking Them about singleness.
The world condemns me and my relationship status. But God told me differently.
When I was talking to Them about how I had many loves in my life and didn’t want to choose one at the expense of the others. Surprised me so much yet again.
Showed me the whole angels aren’t given in marriage thing. That the point of marriage and children is to bring people to the place of where they see themselves either in the position of God or otherwise. Either way it still works.
Where you either love someone so much that you keep giving of yourself to try to heal them no matter how much it hurts. You can’t ever see yourself giving up. And then you realize one day that that’s how God feels about you.
Or on the opposite side, you keep hurting someone and they won’t ever give up on you. You don’t understand it, it doesn’t make sense. It might be easier for you to self-destruct if they’d just leave you alone. Until it dawns on you one day that that must be how God feels about you.
And then you get it. Then you finally understand that the real story has nothing to do with rules or measurements. Despite how all the broken people in your life treated you.
Some people need commitments like marriage and children to come to that point. Others don’t. Others learn it differently.
This is what this journey is about. First seeing God correctly in order to maybe more so see ourselves and in turn others correctly. So we can fully LIVE and love!
This isn’t a theocracy for the sake of. That’s blasphemy.
This is God Loving Their children and wanting us to be free. Not staring at Trinity in a constant state of prostration as if that is somehow pleasing versus a bit creepy.
Have you been outside lately? Put down your Bible, put down the books, turn off the screens. Step outside of the congregation for a bit in order to see this amazingly beautiful Creation!
Where there is endless Life abounding in diversity so immense you could probably never catalog and put it into those little boxes you’re so fond of. To do so is to lose the essence of what makes uniqueness so great.
You know this in your soul. You naturally cheer the underdog. Why? Because they don’t measure up to perfection? Or because they don’t let all the naysayers stop them? They are determined to LIVE in spite of all the hell thrown at them.
And so go I. Here. Reveling in newfound freedom to start to embrace everything Created for us. Such as the poetry set to music that moves me. And all the layers and levels of love my heart wants to explore and hold onto. The very good that is still left in this world if we’d just relax a little and let go. And know that we are fully Loved!
Everything is okay even when it isn’t. We make it too complicated.
So much more.
