The God of my imagination is so small and finite.
I’ve spent too many years with the “God give
me…Grant me…Bless me” relationship with my Beloved. How have I imagined HIM?
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A task master unhappy with me if I don’t measure
up.
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The areas of darkness in me displease Him.
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The same grace a new believer gets for their
immature sanctification is not available to me.
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The phrase “I should know better”, drums in my
head following a fleshly or selfish thought for misdeed.
I imagine God drumming His fingers on throne’s
armrest waiting for me to grow up.
For the last four decades, I’ve been led to
believe that “feelings are not to be trusted”, or “You don’t really feel that way, do you?” as if my
feelings are tainted, jaded, or just plain wrong.
After three years of therapy it is liberating to
conclude that this is untrue! How glorious and liberating to be able to name
and FEEL emotions!
When we deny our feelings year after year we
become less and less human. I became a slave. A slave to other’s opinions,
feelings, approval or disapproval because I was under the impression feelings
should be placed under my feet and trampled; or better yet, just ignore them.
It is hard for me to imagine the Lord angry,
happy, joyful, sorrowful, etc. I’ve always had “stern” as the emotional
descriptive.
Brennan Manning summarizes the Love of God so
beautifully:
“It is always true to some extent that we make
our images of God. It is even truer that our image of God makes us. Eventually
we become like the God we imagine. One of the most beautiful fruits of knowing
the God of Jesus is a compassionate attitude towards ourselves…This is why
Scripture attaches such importance to knowing God. Healing our image of God
heals our image of ourselves.” Lion and
Lamb: The Relentless Tenderness of Jesus.
Oh Jesus, show us who you really are…not who we made you to be.
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