We are each a “work in progress” as each day brings
a new element of teaching, molding.
Each experience we have goes into the process of creating who we are…
and who we were meant to be.
Sometimes we add experiences that were never His idea…
experiences that mar the process. Sometimes He must start over.
I’ve been thinking about the restoration work God has been doing with me…
the me who was so badly wounded on the inside that
I could barely breathe sometimes...
and sometimes didn't even want to breathe!
Most people couldn't see that me...but I could.
And she needed protected! After I lost those 39lbs, people noticed.
Men started to notice! I panicked.
I had to protect her...so I put up the defensive walls of food and weight gain.
Of course, that is not the only reason the weight came back
(and brought friends!!)...
but it's a big one! (no pun intended…honest! LOL)
I had to see that God is the One protecting me.
I was not really protecting me with the weight. I was destroying me.
Part of me knew that too…but that part of me is no longer in control.
The power the lies once had over me has been taken away.
It sounds so cliche' and I truly wish it didn't...because it's so profound...
but the Truth really has set me free.
Now it's time to repair the physical damage...
…like rebuilding homes after a fierce and bloody war.
I know the weight will come off as I continue to obey.
I have already had setbacks...
moments when I fall prey to the lies again...
but those moments are short-lived...
and God has always been faithful to help me
stand up again and to walk forward.
He lifted me out of the slimy pit,
out of the mud and mire;
he set my feet on a rock
and gave me a firm place to stand.
He is patient and has promised to finish the good work He began in me (Philippians 1:3-7).
I must do my part to remain pliable in His hands…
allow the Potter to mold the clay…
in order for the creative process to continue.
What can be done with rigid clay?
The battle still rages…and I know I will make more mistakes before it’s over.
However, I know I will not be abandoned
on the battlefield broken & bleeding.
As long as I still breathe...He will continue to rescue me.
And I know because of Christ,
that last earthly breath of mine will be the final, most glorious rescue of all. : )