All
these years later, I still remember the confusion, the fear. I had no idea what to do or where to
start. It was too much! I was overwhelmed and it was all my fault. What happened, you ask? When was this, you ask? Well, let me tell you, I was five years old
and had been told to clean my room… You’re
laughing, aren’t you? It does seem
funny, even to me. Until I remember how
it felt. How was I supposed to clean up
the mess I had made? Have you ever been
there? Has the mess ever been so
overwhelming that you were defeated before you even started? How could you ask for help, when it was so
private, so shameful that you couldn’t even admit you had made it? How many of us are thinking of that secret,
so embarrassing that no one knows of or suspects? What do you do when your world up ends and
you are left surrounded by that secret, and all its exposure has destroyed?
Your
mess might actually be an easy fix. All
you may need is the skills to organize or the cleaning supplies. It might be as devastating as the earthquake
and following tidal wave that hit Japan in 2014. And the organization and clean up takes
years, even decades. The size really
doesn’t matter. It’s what we do with
this mess. You could be the person
everyone else takes their messes to. You
could even be the ‘mess whisperer’. But
all of your skills, your comping mechanisms, and giftings could be useless when
facing your own mess. Seems hopeless,
doesn’t it? And it is. When we only look at it with human eyes. Human eyes, you ask? What other eyes should we use? What other eyes do we have? Hindsight?
Foresight? Intuition? Experience?
All are possible and all can be great tools, even when cleaning up
messes. But the eyes that I am writing
of are not our own eyes. They are the
Eyes of the Holy Spirit. The Eyes of
God. The Eyes that saw our mess from the
beginning. They Eyes that see the
middle, end, and eventual results of our mess.
The Eyes that see our intentions, our hopes, our secret sins, our
addictions, along with everything else that went into making our mess. He is the only One who can make beauty out of
it. He is the only One who can restore
the loss and makes what seems impossible happen anyway.
So where do we go from here? You’re
sitting, surrounded by all the destruction around you. Helpless.
Hopeless. Terrified. Your secret is minutes from being exposed and
there is nothing you can do. Don’t shove
everything into the closet or corner.
Trust me the mess only gets bigger.
If you don’t believe me, just watch one of those horders shows. It gets bigger, messier, and more
destructive. Thanks, Lara, you’re thinking.
Describe my life, down to the second, and leave me hanging. That’s human thinking. You may feel or have felt deserted by
God. That’s human feeling. He has never and will never desert you. What do you do? What did I do when overwhelmed by the
contents of my toy box all over my bedroom floor? I cried out.
I asked for help. Cry out. Ask for help.
Look up. He’s just waiting for
you to ask for help. Ask forgiveness, He
never says no to that. Read the manual,
the Bible. Go to your spiritual
leaders. If they are true followers of
Christ, they will work and walk through this with you. Come clean with those you love. If they love you and are true followers of
Christ, they too, will work and walk through this with you. Get counsel.
Get counsel. Get counsel. Do whatever it takes to stop the cycle. Tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing
but the truth, so help you God. Repent. And when the enemy of our souls tries to
remind you of the mess and your part in it, when he blames you for the fall out. Stand strong.
Because he will. Cry out. Look up. Reach out.
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