Twelve Days of Christmas: Day 8 - Eight Maids a-Milking
As I pass into this season of celebration, I’m again reminded of how these past several years have been teaching me more about the gift of forgiveness than I would have ever imagined. Little did I know that the changes in my own life would take me through the recesses of my soul, a sort of ‘detox’ journey that has landed me in ‘green pastures’ of revelation and love from a Savior who has longed to walk with me through the valley of death and into a testimony of light.
This journey has been about the condition of my own heart (that I had thought I understood but truthfully had not). What resulted from my responses to life’s wounding was a bitter harvest. It left me whirling; feeling stuck at the way things that happened so long ago could still send me reeling, so lost with ‘no way out’. Now the love I can feel flowing down over me exclaims to my heart daily, that the God of the Universe actually desires to help me address my heart’s ache and if given a chance, strength to embrace fully this life given to me. It reminded of John 15:16, “You did not choose Me, but I chose you and appointed you so that you might go and bear fruit – fruit that will last – and so that whatever you ask in My name, the Father will give you.”
It’s not just any fruit but “good fruit” or results that I needed so desperately in my life, both for myself and those around me. Today, I can be in some of the same situations with folks that I have been with my entire life, but now I can embrace things that come to me with a fresh wind of peace and confidence.
This quote by Francis Roberts from his book “The High Road to Surrender” sums it up. “You are not to doctor the souls of others but introduce them to the Great Physician and provide a spiritually healthy atmosphere for those who seek help.”
This is my new direction.