we were on our way to Disneyland yesterday. as we pulled out of the driveway, my current cd of choice was playing in the car. it's a compilation of all those songs that i gave to my worship pastor, that i'd be preparing in case he needed me to sing any of them in the near future. so they're on repeat in my car all the time. one of them is Kathryn Scott's "Beauty for Ashes". every time it comes on, my daughter will say "song, sad" with a big frown and furrowed brow. i'm not really sure why she thinks it's sad, maybe it's just in comparison to the other songs on the CD?
anyway, she started repeating the lyrics. after each phrase was sung, she'd repeat the key words:
"I'll trade these ashes in for beauty" [ashes for beauty]
"And wear forgiveness like a crown" [like a crown]
"Coming to kiss the feet of mercy" [kissing mercy]
"I lay every burden down" [burden down, lay down]
when i finally realized what she was doing, i interrupted my husband to clue him in. we agreed it was the cutest thing ever, but then i found myself thinking about what she was proclaiming at less than two years old.
a quick flickering desire passed through my heart, that i would wish nothing less than for my daughter to know first-hand, from experience, what she was singing about. as soon as i wished it, i wanted to take it back. i was instantly reminded of the prerequisite for healing: hurting. you can't be healed if you don't need to be. you don't qualify for healing if you aren't sick, if you haven't been tossed around and set aside and hurt. i was instantly reminded of my own life, and the things that were necessary to bring me back to fellowship with God [my own sin] and then necessary for complete and utter reliance on Him [others' sin against me], and then for the beautiful and redemptive fellowship that is sweeter than anything i've ever known [lots more heartbreak and lots of hard work].
though i do not want to wish harm, heartbreak, sin's stronghold, satan's lies, or anything bad to ever happen to my daughter, i also do want to wish them. in this human experience, those things are inevitable. besides, how would she ever know the One who gives her beauty instead of ashes, who gives the oil of gladness instead of despair... how would she ever know the sweet intimacy with Christ, that i myself have only known because of heartbreak. heartbreak over my own sin, over others sins against me, over injustice, over the pain of this human experience.
i would never want her to miss out on a deep, filling, far-greater-than-everything-else-this-world-has-to-offer relationship with the Healer, because life was so easy and wonderful that she never needed His healing. and furthermore, as i underlined in my Breaking Free study this week, "...getting to know the Healer is more important than finding healing."
i would never want her to miss out on a deep, filling, far-greater-than-everything-else-this-world-has-to-offer relationship with the Healer, because life was so easy and wonderful that she never needed His healing. and furthermore, as i underlined in my Breaking Free study this week, "...getting to know the Healer is more important than finding healing."
He's already taught me that i'm not in charge. the only thing i control is how quickly, how often, and how honestly i come running to drink of the endless depth of His love. the Love that's ready and available in the middle of the night, hour by hour, never depleted, its quota never met, always there, unfailing [that's another post entirely]. the Love that can heal all hurts, drive out all fear, fill up and make whole again. is there anything more precious, more sacred, more longed for? why would i want my children to miss it all?
read more about the practice of letting go at Ann's blog:
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