>I posted at the start of this new year about the one word that I found while pondering at His feet: believe.
Yeah…I was so naive then.
This past week, I found myself looking into the eyes of someone I care deeply about as tears flowed over tender cheeks. It wasn’t physical pain, nor was it a simple problem to be fixed…no, that would have been as easy one. No, I sat there, face to face with someone who realized my imperfection…in a deeply profound way.
You see, it never occurred to me that anyone walking this planet would look at me and think “i wanna be just like her“… It never really made sense in my head that anyone who knew the details of who I am when the world is locked outside the closed doors would think about me and hoist me to the top of the heap, as far as people go.
For me, it never…but for her, it did.
The pain that flowed from the evidence that once upon a time, I was more immature… stumbling without a clear path… running amuck among the fences of lukewarm faith… it was a pain that rendered me speechless, grasping desperately at the hope that time could rewind to yesterday when the shadow of “real life” didn’t hover behind those sweet eyes.
Move me forward almost a week and I find myself, spread out before the Lord I profess to know…but the dark clouds of the here and now threaten to drop rain on the wishy-washy faith that doesn’t know, quite yet, how to stand on its own two feet.
The only difference is that it isn’t His imperfection that leaves me hurting…but rather my own lack of clear and focused belief.
He gave me the word believe…and I took it, happy to know that He cared enough to spend the effort on this clay pot. But, quite honestly, I didn’t know what to do with it – like a girl who has never gone skiing suddenly plopped into a ski outfit at the top of an expert mountain run, I have stood and thought…but haven’t really gone anywhere for lack of knowledge of what to do next.
To believe is to have faith or confidence in something… to understand something… and while I have spent a great deal of my life saying I believe in God, for the first time I am stepping up to inspect Him. While I use a lot of words to talk about my belief in Christ and His sacrifice, for the first time I am defining for myself just who He is. And while I have sung a million notes in praise of the Spirit I so long to be in touch with, for the first time I am learning what it means to know Him.
For the first time, I am being real within myself and before Him…and am seeking to learn what it is that I say I know.
And because it is honest and it is real…it is a beauty that can be believed.