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My heart is so very heavy this morning.
Please bear with me as I mull over the difference between Religion and Relationship…
Religion blocks the Holy Spirit’s access to our pain.
Religion disables our ability to be honest about our pain.
Religion prevents us from experiencing our pain as a navigation through our grief.
Religion prevents us from truly releasing and experiencing the fullness of forgiveness.
Religion prevents us from owning and fully releasing our anger.
Religion shackles us in emotional denial.
Religion tells us that our feelings are not accepted as they really are.
Religion uses condemnation and judgment to hold us in place.
Religion prevents us from being freed from our anger and bitterness.
Religion is hard, callous, and cold.
Religion demands that we “pretty ourselves up – first” then…
Religion subtly convinces us that we can get over it by doing more, being better, quoting more, studying more, and performing better.
Relationship provides a safe place where we are accepted, valued, and loved no matter how deep our pain or how vast our anger.
Relationship assures us that our feelings are okay and welcomes to freely give voice to them without minimizing, trivializing, or denying.
Relationship never demands that we be anything other than what we presently are.
Relationship invites us to be open, transparent, and honest.
Relationship never condemns or judges.
Relationship longs to care, extend comfort, and hold us as we grieve.
Relationship desires to give us what we are utterly unable to give ourselves.
Relationship longs to heal our pain and hurts.
Relationship is a place of healing, deliverance, and hope.
Relationship assures us that all we need is provided simply because we are loved.
Today, I am thanking God for His healing.
Eight years ago, during communion, I made a commitment to Him that I would choose to release the anger I had held onto most of my life as He walked me through my healing and recovery journey.
After decades of trying to rid myself of it through excessive reading, studying, resisting, stuffing, working, denying, etc., I honestly didn’t think I would ever be freed from its vise-like grip on my heart and soul.
This morning, as I partook of communion, I reflected on that moment so many years ago and truly marveled at the fact that I no longer feel any residue of anger anywhere in my being.
What has replaced it, is mercy, compassion, empathy, and forgiveness.
Only God, in His infinite Love and Grace could have wrought this work on my heart.
He keeps ALL of His Promises!
My Heart belongs to Daddy!
The Watered Lilies
The MASTER stood in His garden,
Among the lilies fair,
Which His own right hand had planted,
And trained with tend’rest care.
He looked at their snowy blossoms,
And marked with observant eye
That the flowers were sadly drooping,
For their leaves were parched and dry.
“My lilies need to be watered,”
The Heavenly Master said;
“Wherein shall I draw it for them,
And raise each drooping head?”
Close to his feet on the pathway,
Empty, and frail, and small,
An earthen vessel was lying,
Which seemed no use at all;
But the Master saw, and raised it
From the dust in which it lay,
And smiled, as He gently whispered,
“This shall do My work today:
“It is but an earthen vessel,
But it lay so close to Me;
It is small, but it is empty—
That is all it needs to be.”
So to the fountain He took it,
And filled it full to the brim;
How glad was the earthen vessel
To be of some use to Him!
He poured forth the living water
Over His lilies fair,
Until the vessel was empty,
And again He filled it there.
He watered the drooping lilies
Until they revived again;
And the Master saw with pleasure
That His labor had not been vain.
His own hand had drawn the water
Which refreshed the thirsty flowers;
But He used the earthen vessel
To convey the living showers.
And to itself it whispered,
As He laid it aside once more,
“Still will I lie in His pathway,
Just where I did before.
“Close would I keep to the Master,
Empty would I remain,
And perhaps some day He may use me
To water His flowers again.”
– author unknown