I don’t know what made me think I didn’t need help. But there I was six years old walking the three miles home from school. I missed my bus and instead of telling anyone I just began the journey home. We lived near the State Penitentiary and my journey took me through the work release site of the prisoners.
She had been frantic when I didn’t get off the bus. She started crying, first tears of joy then anger. I understand now that I have raised children, but at the time I didn’t see what all the fuss was about.
I remember looking at her and saying, “Momma, I am fine.” “I was almost home.” She told me I was too independent for my own good.
Too independent for my own good. That about sums up my life.
Seems I have always thought I could handle my problems on my own. I didn’t need anyone’s help. I would just figure it out myself.
That independent, figuring out how to handle life in my own way, attitude has left me with a lot of heart aches. Too many wrong choices that have scars. But it also left me with no other choice but to follow Jesus when I met Him.
My life, my choices, hadn’t been working out very well. Maybe He would know the way.
I’ve been following Him for a long time now. I wish I could say I’ve learned not to be so independent.
Too often I still think I know better. I still try to do things my own way.
I can still be too independent for my own good. But here is the beauty of it all. Here is the wonder of following the One who knows the way I should go. The One who died for my sins. He journeys with me.
He is patiently revealing my sinful independence. My “I can do this myself” attitude. It’s in this process I continue to learn to let go and trust Him. I learn to surrender my will for His will.
He continually asks me to surrender and trust those places that I cling to and as I obey I find that He provides my deepest needs.
It’s a journey, but I am following the One who knows the way home. I am learning to be dependent on the One who knows and sees the dangers that my independence can bring.
He sees my deepest need for Him and is faithful to bring whatever is needed into my life in order to remind me of my need for total surrender. For that I am grateful.
Today I am joining…
I love the way you wrote this. We are children who think we know best. It is a deception. A yielded heart is free in the Lord. I wrote about this recently. This is how I see His handiwork:
ReplyDeleteThe enemy of all enemies is deception.
But you have planted wickedness, you have reaped evil, you have eaten the fruit of deception. Because you have depended on your own strength…(Hosea 10:13)
This is why my heart must yield to His touch – must accept the sound of His correction. He knows the truth. He can never be deceived. He is a Surgeon moving with expert hands to cut out the cancer of deception.
“This is going to hurt. It’s pretty deep, but we’re going to get it all out. Trust Me.”
“Okay, Sir. I accept, just don’t leave me. Why can’t You just make it go away.”
“My daughter, this is not trash that you just throw away. You have held on to it so long the roots go deep down into your soul and it has a mind to destroy you. I refuse to let it destroy you. Trust Me.”
I climb up on the operating table and He begins the work.
He is patient with me - slow and effective in His approach.
Each lie is removed, destroyed and the heart renewed
“Self” screams loudly because she is losing her place.
Self-deception cowers in defeat.
Lies are powerless in His presence.
He has corrected me and transformed my heart. I am His masterpiece! I am free in Him. Oh! What an amazing thing it is to be in the hands of the Living God.
Thank you for your visit and your beautiful words.
DeleteYou know my story, Sharon! So, I definitely know the heart of this beautiful post! See you soon!
ReplyDeleteHugs to you sweet friend! Thank you for stopping by. Can't wait to see you!
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