One that has spared me many undue heartache.
One that I wish I’d learned much sooner… but am grateful to have learned at all.
The wisdom of living assumption-free, trust-filled, and believing in more than I can see.
To take in a circumstance with all that my eyes, ears, and heart can understand… and then believe that there is more to it than I can know… and to rest in the assurance that Someone knows. It doesn’t have to be me.
Though I often wish it were.
How easy it is to look at a weed… one sole weed… and determine that the entire garden must be over-ridden with this decrepit beauty-choker. What frustration, hopelessness, and despair could overwhelm me… if I never looked up.
Never looked up to see a beautifully flourishing garden… weed-free.
To pull just one weed and be at ease.
One weed at a time.
Or maybe it’s not a weed.
But a miscarriage. Financial loss. Death of a loved one. Disease. A broken relationship. An unexpected bill.
A friend’s comment. Or lack of comment.
An envied gift given to another.
Whatever it may be… it’s an opportunity to allow that one moment to suck you in and convince you that God is dead, life is unworthy of living, and what you see is all there is… and it is unexplainable. Unacceptable. Unlivable.
Oh how I’ve bore up under these moments! These lies! When I was convinced that death was far better than life! That my dad must hate me. That no one loves me. Not one.
Only to have my head lifted.
To see that her death changed more lives that her life had… because of her life lived… then given over.
To realize the unspoken comment… wasn’t absent from mind and heart, just air.
That the loss of what I thought I wanted and needed… wasn’t what I wanted or needed… and I was free from the tangle.
To hand over something I did want… knowing that I can be better without it.
To surrender what I see… and trade it in for the hope of what is unseen. The knowledge that is unknown.
To recognize the command as an invitation… the discipline as life-sparing.
Hate… not as hate, but of a very hard love… a love needed to see true change. The hardest kind of love… but the truest.
To live a life that trusts the unseen, that believes and hopes in the greater… that refuses to waste pain for the greatness that can come from it. To be mastered by no moment, no fickle feeling, no thing that we’ve established as greater than we are.
The One who sees all, knows all, understands all, offers all.
To rest in the assurance that I am loved and all is for my good. What a life of peace and security!
My dad has taught me this… through difficult lessons, unexpected surprises, moment of humility and regret at having jumped to conclusions.
May this be a lesson I continue to grasp… in every moment of every day, and live out in such a way that the world around me releases the hold of false assumptions, accusation, self-absorbed thinking, generalizations of each moment onto every moment.
And meet my dad.
Because he’d love to show you his garden.
Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding; in all your ways acknowledge him, and he will make your paths straight. Do not be wise in your own eyes; fear the Lord and shun evil. This will bring health to your body and nourishment to your bones.