Today, a male friend gave me an “extravagant gift”. It was extravagant to me because I felt I didn’t deserve it, and coming from a guy. …mehnn that counts for something right?
But here is the issue. The kind gesture made me insecure and unsettled. It was as though someone stepped into a perfectly ordered anthill and all the soldiers had to run out to take guard.
I felt it wasn’t normal for a guy to be that nice without a string attached, even though he was a believer! Am ashamed I could even think so low of someone so costly in God’s sight.
I felt God could bless me through a sister, and that settles it. Definitely not a brother, nope. That act of kindness awakened the insecurities, pain and fears lying dormant in me. Like an old sore was rubbed.
It showed me my need for HEALING.
We thought the fall of Adam cost him only a well tended garden, and a life of bliss.
Little did we know that another kind of creature stepped out of the presence of God, an alien to the true man God birthed in Love.
What stepped out of Eden was a warped and distorted image of the original. A creature with a different mindset, thought pattern, priorities, perspective for living, lens, etc. Man was no longer true to his template in God, because corruption entered him, and death reigned in him.
Romans 5:17 For if by one man’s offence death reigned by one; much more they which receive abundance of grace and of the gift of righteousness shall reign in life by one, Jesus Christ.
But we won’t always be like this. We won’t always be bound to the thought pattern of the old man, that fallen alien that is not God’s intention.
Death will not have the final say. We are receiving the communication of Grace, our minds are being transformed by the Word, the writings of death in our hearts were judged on the cross, now Papa is writing the laws of liberty in our hearts.
We are getting our innocence back. Purity is becoming our norm, because Papa is singing Liberty over us.
I won’t wallow in self pity. My pain only showed me my need for healing, now I can run to Papa’s waiting arms and allow his Love to deliver me from the lies that has held me bound.
I am learning to live…
One movement at a time….
I am responding to the call of Love…
And one piece at a time…
I am shedding off the false garments that has tried to define me….
Papa says am Living..
I choose to Live.
OmoOba.