Have you boxed God in?
Have you allowed Him to move freely in some areas of your life and not others?
This was easy to do when I first became a Christian. I let God forgive me for cussing and saying His name in vain. But then I fell into this deep place of policing my life, which then turned into policing others lives, as well.
I wrestled with this for a while.
My deepest question: Would God really say what He says He will do?
I had hurt. I had deep pain. I had wounds that I didn’t know if I could give to Him or not. Would He be that Good Shepherd I knew in my mind He was? I had to remove the box from my heart so He could come in.
Then you realize you’ve been protecting yourself from the One you need most.
Boxes. Walls. Self-protection. These have come down. With the help of dear friends, my husband, my mom, and my counselor, mine are.
Like an addict to a drug, it is very easy to return to this place of self-protection. It feels safe. And in a past where I wasn’t sure I was safe, I craved that. But as believers our safest place is in the hands of our Savior who places beautiful people around us, so we can slowly step out of this place of self-protection and into those pastures with beautiful flowers and sunshine.
It’s breathable outside of our walls. There’s life. There’s freedom. There’s healing. There’s hope.
So seek someone out today. Allow them to speak truth or just to listen to your deepest questions about God. Place your hand on your heart. It’s okay to have questions. He wants to answer them. I bet who you are talking to has had similar questions too.
He is good.
He is kind.
He will do it.