Have you struggled with these questions? I would love to be close to someone, but how do I know when close becomes too close? When is it healthy to need a friend, spouse, or child, and when has my need become too heavy for them to carry? Can people sense the emptiness in me? Does it make them pull away?
Those questions rarely begin in adulthood. When there has been early familial dysfunction, relationships can become distorted long before I have words for what is happening. If love was inconsistent, intrusive, critical, withholding, or unpredictable, I may grow up longing desperately for closeness while simultaneously mistrusting it. I can become overly alert to tone, distance, silence, and changes in affection. I may cling, withdraw, over-explain, over-give, test loyalty, or ask one relationship to repair wounds it did not create.
Before I can love another person freely, I have to learn what it means to live as a daughter before God. He is the teacher and keeper of my heart. He does not shame my neediness or ration out His welcome. I cannot tire Him out. In His presence, my longings are reordered. What once felt desperate becomes quieter. What I demanded from people, I begin learning to receive from Him first. This does not make me independent of human love. It makes me less likely to misuse it.
In the safety of belonging to God, I learn intimacy without possession. I learn when to speak and when to wait. I learn when to ask for help and when not to make another person responsible for stabilizing me. I also learn the painful truth that people will sometimes fail me. When they do, I do not have to collapse or retaliate. I can return to the Father who remains steady when human love proves limited. He longs to heal me when humans are flawed if I will just live with Him in His presence.
Who is like my God? No one. He said in Isaiah 46. Listen to me, I have cared for you since you were born. Yes, I carried you before you were born. I will be Yours throughout your lifetime—until your hair is white with age. I made you, and I will care for you. I will carry you along and save you.
Intimacy. We all need it like water. I found it, first, in You. Thank you. Amen
On a certain day, Jesus faced twelve of his disciples and prepared to send them out with a lengthy word of preparation. He said, “Do not suppose that I have come to bring peace to the earth. I have not come to bring peace, but a sword.” Matthew 10:34 He went on to describe how family members will strain against each other because of one person’s loyalty to Jesus and another’s enmity to Christ. Maybe you know this firsthand. After believing in Jesus and making Him Lord of your life, spiritual sparks quickly manifested within your family. The news of your conversion wasn’t welcome. Where you once fit in, everything was different as you understood that you answered to God first. The sword of Truth divided you among your own people.
Worshiping and standing in awe of God are the purposes of my life. Until the experience of being awestruck takes over my heart, I’m not yet living. I’m really the walking dead.
Each of us has giants of faith in our spiritual lineage. Imagine if we could begin our testimony this way ~“My story is full of darkness and light. My earthly father left when I was four years old. I never knew him. But in God’s providence, I became His child and He is my Father. I know Him well and can tell you countless stories of how He is graciously fathering me.” Now that’s a testimony that can, and should, be common among all of us. The thread of God’s fatherhood binds us together and we share the common experience of finding God to be glorious and personal. Who is in my spiritual family?
Gifts are from God. We all have them. Some of us found them later in life. We grew up in a relational vacuum with little feedback from adults. We never heard parents and family members describe the unique ways we were created. As adults however, we are not powerless to know ourselves. God is our Father now and will show us what we lack. We must do two things.
Oh, that I would love God so much that I can’t speak His name without my face changing! My eyes should get soft and somewhat transparent. His name should bring a change to my countenance. “He means everything to me,” should be my answer when I’m asked by strangers if I’m a religious person. They expect to hear about religious performance but what if they heard about a love relationship?
Because of the Gospel, I inherited many new names. Beloved, saint, friend, daughter, etc. I also inherited a name that only God calls me and, one day, I will hear Him speak that name. To him who overcomes, to him I will give some of the hidden manna, and I will give him a white stone, and a new name written on the stone which no one knows but he who receives it.’ Revelation 2:17 I’ve met 2 people who say they already know what their new name is as they’ve heard God speak it in prayer. I have no reason to doubt them and think that their stories are pretty awesome. They didn’t tell me this arrogantly; in fact, they were a bit shy to admit it. I will say that there was a look on their faces as they spoke of it. A look I won’t forget.
They revealed portions of scripture that were not familiar to me about the heart of God and the heart of the scriptures.