...WHEN IT'S WHAT YOU CRAVE

Just last week, I saw a dynamic video after which small group leaders were to discuss provided questions.  Before my high school girls group could tackle the listed questions, it seemed a supposition lay beneath all those questions, which needed to be clarified:  Do you really believe that you are headed for destruction in this life?

There is always a Christ answer that lies beneath all the suppositions of my heart.

And the girls, slow to answer, admitted what I thought might be true for them, particularly at their ages.
 NO, they did not see their life headed for destruction.  And what are the ramifications of that answer?

If we believe that the road of peril isn't within our game plan, then we are blindsided by that late hit near the out of bounds line.  When we don't understand what the road of peril might look like for us, then we are frozen by its revealed disguise. When we don't realize what destruction does to us, we run toward its captivating offerings. When we don't see a need to run from destruction,  we cave to despair at a dead end road.

Christ died for always to be the hope in all despair at your dead end road.

And even in the our natural disarray of heart and soul, we are convinced that surely we are safe from harm's onslaught and weapons of mass destruction.  And even when the realization comes that we are surrounded by darkness, we posit to walk through, to cross the flames of fire that so suddenly suffocate and consume our minds, hearts, and souls?

Christ walked our dark cross journey to suffocate our pandering and become our all consuming fire.

And moment to moment  His life bleeds to the edges of our souls, and we believe for more beyond  the walls of damage and crisis and destruction and peril.  Yet, we trust in our own battle cry and surmount walls only to realize that disaster lies on all sides. And that is when we are fall to our face finished and the peril of heartache craves  freedom from destruction. 

And out loud I asked Do you really believe that you are headed for destruction in this life? 



What we crave will conclude the answer.  When we crave to avoid the damage of living this life, we cow to the corners of a small heart. What was the thirsty woman really drawing from the well?  What entrusted wealth of Christ's do we yearn for yet  bury deep and dirty inside?  Oh to have the vantage point of David's forfeited  fear in the battles of this life?


The peril of heartache causes us to crave  freedom from destruction. 

But hold still through the darkness for when our death ashes dust His crown, Christ clothes our  pleadings and passion.

So when my eyes are veiled to His sinking head, so when the nail pierced hands don't pierce my heart, so when the oils don't soak into the dry cracked wood of my cross, so when my heart isn't bled-dry filleted by His brokenness,  may I crave the heartache of the Man that destroyed my heart for His. 



Comments

Brenna said…
Mrs. Roberson... that last paragraph is so beautiful! I am writing that one down and hanging it on my wall!