As I grew up, I was like a little caterpillar well fed in every sense of the word, chomping away in the flower bed. I was content. Like all caterpillars, at some point I had to enter the cocoon. Now let me tell you, I hated this cocoon. It was tight and confining. My world felt so small yet I knew there was more out there. Nothing I wanted more than to be free. Finally, I struggled out of the restraints of my cocoon. I soared high above, unrestricted at last! From these new heights I saw the world. But it was a world I could never have dreamt of as a content little caterpillar. Beyond the flower beds, the devastation and the depth of brokenness was more than I could take in. Wasn’t life supposed to be beautiful? I found myself with a choice to make. Stay in the comfort of the only world I had ever known or leave to engage and identify with the brokenness. I wish I could say that I bravely went, never longing for the safety of my cocoon, never wishing to revert back into a plump little caterpillar with all her needs met, but that simply wouldn’t be true. However, I know with every fiber of my being that I was made for this. No matter how deep the longing are, I simply cannot forsake the call God has placed on my life. I am forever changed by the things I have seen, the circumstances I have experienced and the people I have had the privilege of walking beside. The cost is high and painful at times. Sometimes it means forsaking the comfort of “home,” or not celebrating holidays the way I always have and usually it means missing out on precious time with family. But the reward is far greater than any comfort this world has to offer. I have the joy and peace of knowing that I am honoring my Creator by walking in step with what He set out before me and that is more than enough. Cue the chorus! “I’ll be home for Christmas… if only in my dreams.”
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1 Chronicles 16:8"Give thanks to the Lord and proclaim his greatness. Let the whole world know Archives
December 2017
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Sisterhood