I’m a rule follower.
Always have been. I see things as
right and wrong / black and white.
You’re either following the rules or you’re a rule-breaker. You’re either doing it the “right” way or
you’re not.
I’m also a confessor.
Every little tiny thing that I do that might be even a tiny little bit
wrong has to be confessed as soon as possible to whomever might be around me at
the time. I can’t help it. I cannot live with guilt for any period of
time without it eating me up inside. My
confessions are often met with laughter that I felt the need to confess
something so very small. Example. I went to Target a while back and bought
about $50 worth of nothing important – pretty little clearance things…dollar
spot things…things I have no need for whatsoever but had a fun time picking out
and purchasing. I joked with my daughter
(who was with me) to not tell Daddy that I bought such silly things. On the way home, I called him and confessed. I thought he was going to laugh his cute
little face off. Can’t help it.
I wish that we, as Christ followers, felt the kind of safety
that would allow us to confess like that to each other. I wish that we, as Christ followers, showed
that kind of transparency to one another on a day-to-day basis. I think that it might grow some sort of grace
in us towards each other if we were allowed to confess to each other without
the threat or fear of being judged.
Imagine for a minute that you felt so loved, so accepted that you were
able to confess the thing that’s eating you up inside to people who could help
you find your way back to guilt-free living.
Imagine a place where there is SO much grace that you never feared
making mistakes … and you felt free to take a risk and be yourself – your REAL
self. Is there anyone in your life that you can confess to? Share with?
Be real with?
Now – ask yourself this – are you the kind of person that
someone would feel safe confessing to? Are you filled with Acceptance? Compassion?
Grace?
Every day, I pray that God would grow His grace in me. That He would make me the kind of person that
other people would feel comfortable sharing life with. I pray that He would teach me to love the way
that He loves, and to show the kind of kindness to others that He has shown to
me. Sometimes I get it right. Sometimes I don’t. Either way, I fall on grace. Grace is always the goal. The fruit of a Spirit-driven,
Christ-following, God-worshipping life is always the goal.
“To
pray is to change. This is a great
grace. How good of God to provide a path
whereby our lives can be taken over by love and joy and peace and patience and
kindness and goodness and faithfulness and gentleness and self-control.”
Richard J. Foster
“The
Lord longs to be gracious to you; he rises to show you compassion.”
Isaiah 30:18
