And even the weary and worn-out can cut him down with one sharp edge of a memorized verse:
“Who shall separate us from the love of Christ?
Shall trouble or hardship or persecution or famine or nakedness or danger or sword? …
No, in all these things we are more than conquerors through Him who loved us…. Neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons,neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, neither height nor depth –
nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord.” ~ Romans 8
The prosecutor of your soul can’t ever nail you: Time can’t wreck your life. You can’t wreck your life. Nothing in all of this world can separate you from the love of Christ and His love is your life. Your life is unwreckable because Christ’s love is unstoppable.
Sure, time, age, life, this side of glory is traumatic. Living in a fallen world can’t help but be traumatic — falling is traumatic. Every single day is this stream of tiny traumas. (Those who dare to trust call them gifts.) We’ve all had to unplug toilets and clean up puke and crawl into bed and lay waiting for His new mercies to come again before we move. None of us are alone in any of this.
Growing cold and numb and buying a year’s supply of botox isn’t going to make you soul beautiful. You have to let yourself feel. You accept freedom the moment you accept the apology that no one offered. You have to let your life wrinkle. You have to let hope get into the folds of things. You are here to be spent. Saving yourself up isn’t how the saved are meant to live. Go for broke.
And when you are broken – because that’s what happens when you go for broke – and you look into a mirror, a calendar, into that one face, and you can’t stop the aching lump burning up through the center of your heart, listen till the rain comes.
Watch how the clouds break and break open and listen for rain and reach out your hand and feel it’s wet sweetness coming down in all this vulnerable freeness. This is the broken that makes you beautiful.
Live like this right to the very end.
Well penned Ann! Thank you for words that cause me to stop and hold them. Go for broke. What are we saving ourselves for? If you are called to a circumstance that is using up your personal account of self, are you not blessing the memory of Jesus? Surely every moment, He spent himself, broke. Spending all of one’s self is living life to the fullest? This does Not look like I thought it might, but it is calling me every moment of every day and night to “go for broke.” Thank you Ann, for helping me have eyes to see that I’m digging deep for resources for life, in life, with life in Him.
Disappointments, betrayals, loneliness, broken dreams, anxieties, worries, fears, challenges, traumas, misbeliefs, rationalizations, are all the materials that come out of the wash and dry cycle of our lives. Ann says, we have to let hope get into the folds of these things. Let’s let hope go into the folds. Hope that does not disappoint. Slow down your eyes, and your heart and ponder letting hope in. . .into the folds of your thought life. Thank you Ann for hope, that goes in. . .I think I’ve found a new fold and even an empty pocket or two. . .
Thank you, Maw-Maw Smith for your favorite chapter, Romans 8 and for allowing me to read it to you in your last days before heaven opened up in all it’s Glory for you.
Thank you Jesus, that nothing can separate us from your love. Let us, you and me, live like this right to the very end. Amen Ann
Welcome Brazil and Algeria readers. Please be blessed and encouraged!