Where Are Your Red Glasses?

The first way to live as a daughter of promise was meditating.  The second way was to pray about everything.  (Catch up on the past two days if you missed them.)

The third is:

3.) Pursue the redemption of broken places. Our Father is out to give His children abundant life and because He is not bound by time, He can travel back to our past as well as move ahead into our future. He longs to fix what has been broken. He loves to find what has been lost. He desires to resurrect what has been declared dead. What are we waiting for? Sometimes, we believe the death sentences others have pronounced and fail to believe that our lives are to be lived outside the tomb, not in it.

Childhoods and early adult years are fraught with pinnacles and painful valleys. By the time we’re in Kindergarten, we have dreams in our hearts. By the time we’re seven years old, we have a good feel for whether or not our world will support or attempt to kill the dreams God has put there. Someone who wants to be a doctor is told he should be an engineer like others in the family. Someone who is artistic is told that artists starve and he should pursue something else that pays the bills. The person we were was often not acceptable and because every child believes what they’re told by those who shape their realities, they set their dreams aside and pursue what will earn them love in their family circle.

In late adulthood, even in mid-life, the dreams that were driven underground begin to nag us. We feel it’s too late. Half of our life is gone, perhaps more, and what can God do about it now? It appears that we are to live second-rate lives and grieve over what God just might want to restore.

When I was four years old, I had a pair of red, toy eyeglasses. I thought they were fun and dramatic. I used to put them on and tell my friends that I could read any book, even an encyclopedia. I couldn’t read a thing. I was four! But I would wear the glasses, open a book, and weave a long tale for anyone who would listen. I loved telling stories. One of my parents, for some reason, didn’t like what I did with the glasses. They made a disparaging remark about them and being a sensitive child, I threw the glasses away and stopped being who I was. I withdrew into a quiet place and never embraced my calling of being a teacher and storyteller until I was way into my forties. God reminded me one day in prayer, “Remember the red glasses? Be who I made you to be. I am your Father who made you!” So, I bought another red pair and they sit in my office as a way of reclaiming the gift.

Is it too late to become who God made me to be if I’m 50? How about 70? Not in God’s kingdom. We have only started to live. In the new heavens and on the new earth, we will reign with Christ and get to do what we were created to do from the beginning. How about if each of us starts now!  Of what consequence is 70 years of age when eternity stretches out in front of it?

What are your ‘red glasses’? Talk to your father about it. Be His child, not some re-fashioned person others preferred rather than the original little person God created. God rescued you because He delighted in you. Psalm 18:19

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