What is Breaking ?

-


 I’ve heard so many sermons on “breaking.”  I thought it was a horrible idea.

Sometimes I get images in my mind that give me an alternate way of looking at things that bother me,

I saw breaking as either an emotional or physical act, but I couldn’t wrap my mind around it. Why would the God I’ve given my life to want me in a state of despair? He’s supposed to be my father. I’ve seen fathers break their children by destroying their dreams or making them feel unworthy,  Is that what God wants? 

As I was thinking about this I got a picture in my mind,  Does this picture give you a new insight? It really made me see breaking as a miracle that I would ask for,

I saw myself trapped inside a heavy boulder It surrounded me. It kept the light out and I felt trapped, The weight of the boulder was too much to bear,

Then I saw myself struggling to get out of the boulder. I would push with all my might, but the boulder was too heavy and fortified to get free from it. Then I gave up. Thinking this is just the way it will always be . 

Then I saw the hand of God. He wrapped me in a cushion inside the boulder, why wouldn’t he just destroy the boulder? Although I was comforted, I was not free. 

Then I watched as God mercifully put a chisel to the boulder and I was afraid. As horrible and crushing ss the stone was , I’d become used to it.  It was comforting even though it was crushing me. 

God took his chisel and slowly started breaking the stone.  As the stone cracked I could see light. I was afraid because I hadn’t known light.  God stopped and comforted me. I had hope for the first time ! I experienced something new.  The weight and pressure of that hopeless heaviness lifted and I began to experience the wonder of freedom. 

God in his Grace never left me. He’d been there all along He waited with his chisel until I was ready to be free of its distorted comfort .

His mercy broke the thing I found comfort in as I was willing to let it go.  It was love and patience that broke the heavy boulder   His plan was to free me, not hurt me  

What is the weight holding you down?  Is it an addiction, a bad attitude, comfortable living in sin? I don’t l know, but as I studied this picture I saw “ breaking me” as an act of mercy and love  He came to set me free, it took time and I had to be willing to walk out of that stone  But when He freed me ,I had a new outlook , I could sense his presence and the joy he had for me ! There was so much joy and freedom! I shouted “break mr out dear Lord from what I’d become accustomed to..

Now I see that God doesn’t want to destroy me, he wanted to break me away from something that was weighing me down  

I hope you are ready to be free from whatever pressure that is trying to keep me bound  

I would like to say, I’m ready and give you the authority tp “ break me free oh God  To know your goodness that frees me  

Look for the things that keep you trapped and be brave ! 

Freedom is his goal


. 

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

I believe I can fly, but I’d rather not

-
Image
  https://youtu.be/_6y5bgrKhLI?si=okhqwhA-CR5EyA80 I love this song.  I believe I can fly, but I’d rather not.  Have you ever dreamt that you were flying? Did you try to fly when you were a child? Did you jump off a roof (I don’t recommend it) to see if you could fly?  Me too! Let me tell you about one of the times and hopefully the last time I flew.  It was a sunny day and all was well. I had a job as a tram driver. I was so excited!  I’m limited to what I can do when it comes to working. This seemed like the perfect job for me. I'd drive a truck pulling a tram in circles.   The venue I was working for had a concert that night. I was thrilled. I’d be doing something I enjoyed.  Plus I’d get to hear the concert. I had already made a couple of friends, so I was feeling really good.  The employee parking lot wasn’t finished yet. The venue was a work in progress. I was asked to take a golf cart down a hill and bring employees up the hill. It sounded like fun.  I was cruising down the
Read more

Anxiety and Seeds

-
Image
Anxiety and seeds ; what does one have to do with the other ? I watched Elevation Church online today. Pastor Furdick talked about seeds and shoes.  Hmmm.  He buried a seed in a pot. When he buried the seed no one gasped , nor did it seem odd. He poured dirt on the seed and again, no one cared. Seeds are supposed to be in dirt. When you’re a seed the dirt is part of the process. Then he took off his white tennis shoes. He started to put them in the same dirt. People yelled, “don’t do it!” Why? Shoes are not made to be inside the dirt.  Shoes are made to walk on the dirt. Seeds are a doing inward work. Shoes are for the outward appearance .  Shoes don’t work without feet.  Seeds don’t work without dirt. Anxiety is often an outward manifestation of an inward experience. Anxiety is something most people bury .  When anxiety builds without purpose  , it produces pain. Elevation talked about what happens when we are under pressure, it hurts.  The dirt puts pressure on the seed. Dirt devalue
Read more

He’s just having a bad day

-
Image
Have you or someone near to you been physically, mentally or emotionally abused? Growing up and marrying an emotional abuser can skew a persons ability to comprehend that they are being abused. While growing up, I had the impression that I was the reason my father failed in ministry. The concept was “if you weren’t born we would have traveled and had a great ministry.” Nobody knows where I got this idea from, but it was firmly planted in my mind.  The abuser changed tactics as I grew older. When he was having a “bad” day, it was my fault. I was literally told “he only acts like that when you’re around.” So, I stayed away from him as much as possible to keep him from blowing up or acting hateful. I assumed that it was my fault. The root of abuse is the need for power.   Abusers , all abusers, are thirsty for power. There are no exceptions.  During my childhood the abuser would be very kind, then funny, then cruel. People didn't or didn't want to see the cruel side. As a child I
Read more