Monday, November 2, 2015

Peeling Away

Have you ever seen someone peel an apple in one long, curly, strip?  I've learned this art recently, and I have to say, it's really pretty cool! But it takes time. And care. You can't just wield the knife haphazardly.

This reminds me of another kind of peeling... A kind that takes similar care and patience. The peeling of skin. Yuck. (Didn't know this post was gonna be gross, did you? Well, bare with me... I'm getting to the point soon...)

First let me give you a quick update on where I am. Many of you have been praying for me and, I'm sure, wondering how I've been.

I can really sum it  up in three little, yet extremely powerful words....

GOD. IS. GOOD!!

(And for bonus points, I'll add three more... ALL. THE. TIME!) ;-)

When I last posted about my situation, I told you that I - like Noah and his family for over a year after the rain stopped falling - was in the ark.  Waiting...

I'm still here.

Clean up takes a while. It's definitely a process, but if you take the time needed and do it right the first time, things will be a whole lot smoother once you disembark. At least that's what I believe.

While in this place of safety and rest, God has been healing me. Little by little. Wound by aching wound.

He has also begun healing those I love.  Again, a process, but very visibly and tangibly so.

His Word is ALIVE and ACTIVE and it is doing its thang!!

The trick to this process is making sure that I am in a posture of humility and repentance. That I yield, or submit, to It... To Him... daily.

Okay. Now back to the peeling part.

I've always loved The Chronicles of Narnia. Ever since I was but a wee lass, and my Sweet Mama read to me about the "Lion the Witch and the Wardrobe", I've been hooked! One of my favorite tales comes from a lesser known work, "The Voyage of the Dawn Treader". It is in this volume that we meet the cousin of Lucy, Edmond, Susan, and Peter... Eustace Scrubb. His name gives us a little hint into his character and personality.
Eustace has been corrupted by his progressive parents, who are more interested in jumping on the latest bandwagon fads than they are in raising a son with strong ethical values. Eustace's life is devoid of art, literature, and God, and as a result he is a puny, selfish, unpleasant person. (Schmoop.com)
In other words, Eustace is a piece of work!

But aren't we all??

My favorite part of the story is when Eustace turns into a dragon, or rather grows gnarly, ugly dragon scales. This happens because he wanders off into a dead dragon's cave and his greed takes over. He begins to fill his pockets with treasure. Cursed treasure. (Hence the scales.) Later on, he realizes his wrong, and decides he no longer wants to be a dragon. or greedy. or any of the other negative things that have characterized him up until this point. He tries to remove the scales, but as soon as he peels one off, another one grows in its place. This process is really very painful, and the fact that it's not working at all, is driving him to desperation and despair. But that is actually a good thing, because it is only when he yields to Aslan, The Lion, and allows Him to remove the dreaded, cursed pieces of dragon, that they stay off. For good!

 “Then the lion said — but I don’t know if it spoke — You will have to let me undress you. I was afraid of his claws, I can tell you, but I was pretty nearly desperate now. So I just lay flat down on my back to let him do it.
 “Well, he peeled the beastly stuff right off – just as I thought I’d done it myself the other three times, only they hadn’t hurt – and there it was lying on the grass, only ever so much thicker, and darker, and more knobbly-looking than the others had been. And there was I smooth and soft as a peeled switch and smaller than I had been. Then he caught hold of me – I didn’t like that much for I was very tender underneath now that I’d no skin on — and threw me into the water. It smarted like anything but only for a moment. After that it became perfectly delicious and as soon as I started swimming and splashing I found that all the pain had gone from my arm. And then I saw why. I’d turned into a boy again. . . .”
Eustace could not restore himself. He had to let Aslan do the work. As much as I would love to wave a magic wand and be whole again, I cannot. I have to let Jesus do the work. And it takes time. But oh, my sweet friends, as each layer of "ick" has been pulled off of my dragon-scaled heart, as I too have been doused into the healing waters of The Word and The Spirit, I have sensed a relief and a pleasure unlike any other. It's truly indescribable.

My Redeemer has come for me. In all his captivating brilliance, He has come. I called to Him, and He answered me. He has delivered me (and continues to deliver me) from my enemy... each and every day. He is my light in the darkness. He is my Hope. My Strength. My All.


Someday soon, I sense it even now, as I look over at the ugly, gnarly thickness of the scales that covered me... the fear, the sin, the shame, the self-loathing, and spirit of depression... I know it is starting to happen again. I feel it bubbling up inside of me and beginning to radiate through my newly bared skin.

Jesus is allowing me... empowering me... to shine again!

To shine my light, and reflect His glory!!

Hallelujah!! 
Thank you, Jesus!!  
Amen!!!
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  1. Sooo, I'm thinking.. it's time to start working on your Blog again.. because you have such great insights and you can and do inspire others to Look Up, Even in the hardest of times! I love you Always!! Mama

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