People on Xanga are incredible! You have no idea how much your kindness, prayers, and words of comfort and advice mean to me. No matter how bad things seem to get, I know for sure that I have some wonderful friends and support here on Xanga.
The verse that keeps coming to mind right now is Ephesians 6:13 “Therefore take up the whole armor of God, that you may be able to withstand in the evil day, and having done all, to stand.”
Those who know of my past know that at the age of 8 I gave up on God, wanting nothing to do with Him. I turned my back, and fully embraced many alternative religions, always searching and not finding the fulfillment I was seeking. I was hurting badly and blamed all that went wrong on God. I felt abandoned and hurt. I used to fume at God. At one time the kindest comments about God’s love and concern would have been met with anger and rage.
I have changed much since those days, and once I even apologized to God after I got saved for all the angry words I spat out at Him. He told me, “That’s alright, at least you were talking to me.” It is true, I was talking at Him, albeit spitting out vitriolic words, but at least I was acknowledging His existence by spouting off at Him. He did not mind that, for it opened up the doors of communication.
My relationship then moved toward an armed truce. If you had asked me to describe my relationship to God I would have told you I don’t want to attract His attention, for fear that He would backhand me, realize I was in His kingdom, and kick me out, or He would hurt me somehow. I was afraid to ask Him for anything, afraid to be noticed. That is very reminiscent of how I dealt with my alcoholic parents, if I got noticed, I got hit and hurt, so better to not attract attention. As a child I used to break out in a cold sweat just dropping a toy in my room for fear it would bring on their ire.
I used to imagine God someplace in a room three or four football fields long, me at the door for quick escape, Him at the opposite side of the room, and I wouldn’t dare look at Him in the eye. But I felt like a cornered animal. I think I would have died if He had reached out towards me, and I was afraid to approach Him at all.
Over the years (four to be exact since I got saved) the size of the room has shrunk. We can now sit closer, but I still have a hard time looking Him in the eye (so to speak). Once I did in a vision and found an incredible love, but love still scares me.
You see, that kind of unconditional love, the abba love, I don’t know how to deal with. I can handle conditional love, I can handle reserved love, I can handle orders and rules, but the kind of love that loves you no matter what is beyond me. I never experienced it as a kid. Sometimes I feel sort of crippled in that way.
But right now, I stay in the Word of the Lord, pray often, praise often, sing worship songs (only in car when no one can hear me but God), and constantly dialogue with God. I have been known to stop what I am doing and say a prayer if things are tough, or a memory emerges that needs me to take an act of forgiveness. I fail often too. And yet, I fail still at times in my walk of faith.
Too many times I run out of the house with maybe the helmet of salvation, but naked from the other parts of the whole armor of God. Too many times I quickly dress in some parts of the armor and leave parts off. I fail, I don’t ask God first, but I am learning.
For me, right now I am doing something I have never done with God, standing. Yes, just standing. I am standing on the minuscule tiny partial grain of faith that I have, not running, not turning away, but standing. It is scary, but right now I am tired of being buffeted, and I want to sort this out.
A good friend of mine suggested that sometimes this return to the past is healing, for each time I go there it is a different emphasis, and it is like the lancing of a boil, letting out the poison so that it no longer can infect the rest of me. I am hoping that this is true.
While I have to go to God first, it is so good to have the company of the friends and people that are so supportive of this journey. One thing I can be certain of is that my life today, is far better than it ever was when I was trying to do things in my own understanding, on my own, and without God. There is no comparison.
I once asked Pastor Don why my healing seems to take so long and he pointed out to me that that would give me patience with others who are hurting and slowly healing. That it is building a strong foundation, one not easily shaken. And he also told me that God would use this journey to help others. Also, the hurt was deep and I guess deep wounds take time to heal.
I just find it so hard to separate God the Father and my physical abusive father at times. Oh I know God is love, but sometimes I still find myself approaching God with the same fear and trepidation that I approached my earthly father. It is getting better, but slowly.
Many of you suggested Psalms and pointed out how David was transformed from the start of a Psalm to the end. I wanted to ask your opinion. Do you think the Psalm was a moment in time, or that David wrote it later, and that maybe the transformation from the fear or anger to the praise of God developed over time? For me, it seems to be developing over time.
Praying you have a blessed night. You are all in my prayers, and have no idea how incredible you are, and how grateful I am that I got a chance to meet you.
Heather