As I visited with an old friend, she began to share stories
of drunken nights with friends and the type of shenanigans it often led
to. As she went into detail, my heart
began to sink as I became very aware that she was talking to the old me… the
one that would have been alongside her in her wild adventures. When she suggested that I should come
sometime and join in on the fun, I was quick to respond with “oh, I couldn’t do
that.” She shot me the look- you know,
that look of “wow, you’ve really
become a stick in the mud.” There were
few words I could use to help her understand why “I couldn’t do that.”
Backtrack for just a minute:
years prior I had made the responsible choice to go to a Bible college, but
it was more of a “fake it ‘til you make it” kind of attempt to follow
Christ. It didn’t take long to feel like I didn’t belong. While other students were studying their
Bible to learn about God’s character, I was studying it so I wouldn’t fail my
Bible class. They couldn’t wait to go
see a movie, I couldn’t wait to smoke lots of cigarettes. They were good. I was not…that. I barely survived a semester of fakin’ it.
So at what point did I go from being too bad to go to a Christian school to being that “stick in the mud” kind of
Christian? I’ll tell you where: somewhere in between there when I experienced
rock bottom. Somewhere in there when I
became a single mom. Somewhere in there
when I chased after happiness and found emptiness. Seeking fulfillment from others who could
only offer me brokenness, and to whom I offered brokenness in exchange. Somewhere
in there.
So when I say “I couldn’t do that” I mean “I can’t go
back.” And while it may be fun at the
time, it’s an awareness of what’s likely to cause me to fall into that cycle of
brokenness and trying to steer clear of it… because if there’s one thing I’ve
learned, it’s that the devil is a respecter of none. Turns out he doesn’t respect the boundaries
of my marriage. He doesn’t respect my
role as a mother, nor does he respect God’s calling on my life. But he will always be ready to entice, ready to exchange what God has redeemed
for his brokenness. And if I give sin an
inch, I know it’ll take a mile. And reclaiming
a mile with a hangover? Worst walk of
shame ever.
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"But God proves His love for us in this: While we were still sinners, Christ died for us."
Romans 5:8
Your brokenness in exchange for His wholeness. And when you can experience that kind of
love? The world may not recognize it,
but it will be the greatest adventure you’ve ever had.
Father, thank you for seeing something in me that I couldn’t
see. Thank you for exchanging your
wholeness for my brokenness, an exchange I don’t deserve. Help me to steer clear of the sin that
entangles my feet, and to walk according to your will and your ways. I love you.
In Jesus’ name, amen.
XO,
Jackie E.
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