When I was 16, I got a purity ring.
And when I was 25, I took it off.
I didn’t tell anyone I was doing it — it wasn’t a statement or an emotional thing. I just slipped it off my finger that day and, before tucking it away in a box, ran my finger around the words on the familiar gold band.
“True Love Waits.” Waits.
What’s it “waiting” for, anyway?
You and I go through this vine season in a way spiritually. We have our winter seasons where we are barren and without fruit. But God has not forgotten or left us. He’s using this season to prune us though. He has specific spiritual fruit He desires for you, but it takes cultivation for a spell.
I can probably recite to you (verbatim, with emotion, not unlike a monologue from a Lifetime movie) all the really negative comments I have gotten after nearly 5 years of blogging. I can point you to the people who crushed my spirit by telling me I was something I wasn’t. I can be consumed by it.
And that which bandaged my flesh became a tourniquet to my soul.
my heart raced as these words passed through my mind.
YES, instead of looking to add the next big excitement to my life,
and becoming disillusioned when it didn’t happen fast enough,
I began to yearn to THANK GOD for the buckets He’s ALREADY FILLED
and filled overflowing to the brim!
We stop and then we ask. We ask for belief. Belief that we are loved beyond our understanding. Belief that grace is enough to cover even the most ravaging failures. Belief that good can be borne out in the painful. Belief that our worth is not really, not truly, measured in worldly do gooding.
To a watching world, it must seem crazy. I’m not saying I don’t understand. How could all of these people go on? Why not pack up and call it a day? Assume that we had been forsaken?
And here we are, the bride of Christ, facing the storm with a drenched smile.