Nobody Puts Baby In A Corner
This blog is not serving it's purpose if I am ever anything but honest. Many of your lives are different from mine - politically, romantically, geographically and in our religious views. I really enjoy that about this space and try to mindful of that every time I sit down to type.
This isn't a "Christian" blog but there are moments when I have to be honest about my faith. Because it is my story. My rock.
I've shared pretty openly on here my struggle with fear. Perhaps it sounds silly and even embarassing to admit sometimes. Hey, guess what? I don't have it all together. I am neither impressive nor perfect.
But, I'm not alone. Seems to me that fear is something all too familiar across humanity. The dread and inexplicable heaviness of a million possibilities. Our imaginations at their worst.
These past few days I have had to really fight this one out. I found out some information that sent me into an internal tailspin. A health risk I just became aware of. I googled all about it. (By the way, NEVER EVER Google anything unless you want to get totally freaked out. Maybe state capitols are okay, but nothing else.).
And Google gave me all kinds of information and stories. Mind you these are rare cases, but each one brought new weight. I added up statistics. There is a .5% chance that we would have this health issue.
Logic would point out that we have a 99.5% chance of NOT having it, but fear rubs the .5% in my face. All I could imagine was that .5%. What it would feel like or how it would happen?
My life is surrounded by a million things to be fearful of. Adoption issues, finances, health, is Russia going to annex Texas next? So many things...
Honestly, I don't usually let these things bother me. However there are days when I have my guard down and begin to let my mind wonder in all the wrong ways.
Tonight it got to be more than I could take. I went into my bathroom and prayed. I told God that I was not leaving until I felt His presence. I was not getting out until I'd heard Jesus speak to me about this. No, I'm not talking about anything weird or crazy. It's more an unexplainable peace and calm. Words that run through my mind, but they are not my own thoughts. A sense of Him with me.
I stood there. Nothing. I stood longer. Even longer. Still nothing but me and cold bathroom tiles.
Then, without any warning I began to cry. Not a single tear down the face. A deep, bellowing kind of cry that told of the things I'd been carrying for so long. This wasn't about the .5%, it was about something much deeper. I leaned on the wall and sobbed. I couldn't hold it in if I tried. The poison had to come out. All of it. So I cried some more.
Then came the voice I so desperately needed to hear. More like a whisper rolling through my mind. " It's okay baby girl. Lean on me and let's cry it out". I lost it. Rolling through my mind was every scene I dreaded, every conversation that haunted me and possibility of "what if" that froze my joy. And out of my soul came the deepest sobs.
How long I stood there with my hot tears I don't know. I didn't care. Over and over in my mind I heard "It's okay, baby. I've got this. Don't worry baby girl...".
Time seemed to stand still as my tears dried up. I felt my spirit stretching again - fear had shoved it in the corner for far too long. I recalled all the promises I believe that God has given me along my journey and chose to trust that the One who made the promise is the One who keeps the promise.
I don't know all of your stories or what has bullied you into a corner. Maybe its fear like me. Maybe an abusive history, depression, loneliness, deep insecurity or a relationship on the brink. I don't know what corner you are in or how long its been your home.
Thing is, everyone I know has a corner but no one belongs there.
Sometimes on nights like tonight we need to stop dragging around the shadow of our bully. We've got to look it in the eyes, see it for all it is and then slowly -through our tears- smile. Cause we remember that corners are too small for us. No matter how big or ugly this bully is, it's no match for our Maker. He didn't make us for corners.
Whether the pain is reality or something that taunts us from a million "what if's", we weren't made to be controlled by it.
Go ahead. Let the tears come and get the poison out.
There is something in us that needs to shout that we are alive and we aren't giving up. We won't be put in our corners any longer. ---> click to tweet
Interestingly enough, Passover begins tonight. It is the holiday which celebrates when God brought His people out of 3,000 years of captivity. Thankfully, He has never stopped setting His people free.
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