Since 2014 hit, I’ve really felt that this year is truly new. I know that sounds so simple and stupid even, but in my own life I have had such an incredible sense of a distinction between the old and the new. Especially in the midst of trying to sort through a ton of heartaches and struggles, I’ve kind of felt like God has sealed them off behind a door and said, “It’s okay to mourn, it’s even okay to question, but you don’t have a right to handle that stuff anymore.”
This sense of “new” started about two months ago. I remember going to a worship night and the pastor’s wife speaking about the New Year, and making some prophetic declarations, and I was energized on the inside. She said that 2014 was about letting go, that there were things God would not let us take into 2014 with us. It was a time of exiting– opening new doors, and closing others. She quoted from Mark 2, where it says you can’t put new wine into an old wineskin or both the wine and the skins will be ruined. Her words were painful but promising all at once, especially as she spoke of letting go. There have been tons of things I’ve known for awhile now that I need to relinquish control of, but I’ve resisted simply because the fear of the unknown was greater than the hardship of holding on to old, hurtful things. It’s so funny how I’d rather maintain anger and grief and unforgiveness than be empty-handed!
As I sat in my seat just battling internally, she said that God takes away so that can establish something new. Those words made a ray of hope I could hold on to, because they came with a promise. God will not remove something without generating something new in it’s place.
It’s all so telling– we are in LOVE with certainty. It’s why people stay in dysfunctional relationships on and on. It’s why we shrink back in fear from any kind of change, even when the need for it slaps us in the face. Because holding onto a dying or broken thing is at least known. It’s actually quite creepy if you think about it!
So I feel like this year is really about me getting established in more of who I am, and just letting green leafy life replace a rubble I’ve sat comfortably in for quite a while.
I’m also having to let go of longstanding ideas about myself and my identity. I never realized how much faith I had placed in my ability to be well-behaved until recently. As long as I made okay decisions, and avoided big shortcomings, and maintained an image of being “super Christian” I was fine. I’m seeing now how bogus that is. I’m seeing now that God isn’t after good behavior– He is really after my heart. He is after my affection, and wants me to rest in His! I’d grown used to punishing myself by sitting in shame when I felt I didn’t measure up, or when things in my life got messy. But God has forgotten about my sin, so why should I remember and sit under the weight of it? It’s dead, it’s a dead thing. It makes sense that Satan is called the Accuser– I think we often talk about guilt and condemnation as if it’s from the Lord, but it’s straight from the pit of Hell. God calls us clean. It’s the Accuser who calls to mind all the ways we can never be good enough.
In this latest season of disappointment, I have often found myself asking God to make me like various Glorias of the past– “God, why can’t I be more like Glo in Europe? Or carefree ice cream shop Glo? Or happy-go-lucky leading youth band and wearing Coheed & Cambria shirts Glo?” (I still wear Coheed & Cambria shirts, just FYI.) About a week ago, I feel like He fairly clearly told me to stop aspiring to be something that is already gone, and to stop acting like who I am now isn’t good enough to Him. His perspective of me hasn’t changed, it’s only my perspective of myself. I also felt He informed me that by asking to be restored to a version of myself from the past, I was selling Him short and what He wants to do. “You wanting to go back to your best times is shooting too low! You don’t have a grid for where I’m taking you!” While this revelation was exciting and faith building, it doesn’t take away the blankness of the present unknown, but it’s a promise. So if I can just live free while I wait.
And wait.
And wait, ha!
Living moment by moment is hard. Trials are tough. I know in my case, I feel like they have taken a warm innocence away, at least temporarily. I still believe for good things, but right now that belief takes the form of me looking the mirror many days and saying “You’re fine Glo!” When we are shell-shocked, we withdraw, or I know I have. I want to be like a kid again, who just runs to their dad without thinking. Who follows and dreams with abandon. And it’ll happen. But I know I have to be willing to position myself to be built and established in new things. There’s more and better than what we can wrap our minds around. It has to be so. I can’t settle into skepticism and the belief that everything is simply degenerating until you die. That kind of outlook is protected from the shock of disappointment only because it assumes it from the get-go.
So for this year, let us lay things down! Let the yoke be easy! Let us agree to let ourselves be taken by pleasant surprise!
“There are far better things ahead than any we leave behind.” — C.S. Lewis
-Twentysomething doing this thing called life Glo