Mourning sadness.
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Maid to order that breaks into the unordered staus quo of the untrained soul and tips over the sacred cows.
When I review, renew, and act on what I know to be true.
Aiming for perfection. Psalm 27:4
Leading others to lay one brick at a time while simultaneously envisioning the cathedral being built.
Tenderness opens the door of understanding leading to strength in the form of experiential confidence. Most often understanding is sought first without tenderness which only hardens, not strengthens, the understanding we already have. The great attempt, putting God in a box, the mind lustfully flirting with the heart, forcing the heart to take the beautifully masked punches. But our head begins to hurt from the heart’s wounds. The sore hands of the mind from trying to wrap itself around the Infinite, finally pull back, now, too tender. Without tenderness there is no understanding. Job 17:2-4
Faith without revelation is debate. Be the argument and speak into what is asked. Be the instrument that is attuned, not played.
Faith will allow me to get over the difficulties of it whatever it is even if I never get over it whatever it is. I can find it nowhere in the Scriptues where it says "Just get over it".
Trying to balance the joys and depressions of life not only limit my relationships but kill my imagination, spontanaity, and freedom. Managing my feelings by forcing the middle road steals the exilerating life-giving extremes. Romans 12:15 Fear of risk made me feel that I might have to live where life allows me to visit. Yet in my fear I found myself guilt-driven either coercively or manipulatively by others. Rather than looking for direction I began to direct or became out of control. I may feel extreme rage on the one hand or emotional deadness on the other, yet at the same time receive wise instruction upon which to act. Ecclesiastes 7:16-20
What is needed is not pejorative labeling but loving counsel. Proverbs 16:20
To live in shame is to build frozen walls around the spiritual heart, surrendering to the immovable, suffocating curse of death. To kiss shame goodbye is to melt the walls with a deep-burning intimacy that only the Father can give. While the world around us begs us to stay in the place of shame (faux control), we are beckoned into a wall-less freedom that allows us to experience joy without shame.
Shame is often the underlying motive in every action. It’s in the arm’s length we keep people, it’s in the distance we create in order to avoid life-giving community. We hope that if we protect ourselves from the embarrassment shame can bring, then we will protect the people around us from being embarrassed for us. Shame blocks the understanding of divine friendships that will love us in our shame, and will love us out of it.
You might ask, “Who could understand?” but we rarely consider that relationships aren’t built on understanding, but on faith. We conclude, then, that if no one can understand, then no one can help. But, we are invited to a place where peace surpasses our general understanding of the way things work, and this includes relationships.
Perhaps you have been hurt by someone who proved to you that your shame was worth having. Perhaps you’re led to believe you should be ashamed for someone else. In any case, a life outside of shame frees us from the need to manipulate our emotions and the emotions of others. Consider that the most intimate acts of worship is to accept the kiss that melts away the guilt and shame we were never supposed to carry. Consider the shame you feel is not really for you. Consider a Savior who took our shame so that we don’t have to be ruled by it.
When insight transcends experience into essence.
Lip schtick.
There can be a union of affection even when there is disagreement.
Our wounds should carry us into the childlike state where we can be comforted enough into healing. So then, we can be spoonfed when the fork in the road turned out to be a knife that cut deep.