I enjoyed reading your thoughts and being allowed to see into your heart from hundreds of miles away. :)
I, too, struggle immensely with fear. Some fears exist and cause me to speak truth to myself so that I don't live into the fear...things like being afraid I am not smart enough, pretty enough, thin enough, loving enough, worth enough.... and then there are the paralyzing fears...death and loss.
Before I start into the fears I want to add something I read in a book. So I got this book for Christmas called, Intimacy, by Henri Nouwen (gotta love him!) and it deals a lot with our fears and with the idea that perfect love drives out fear. And one thing he writes that I would like to note is this, "The tragedy is that we are so possessed by fear that we do not trust our innermost self as an intimate place but anxiously wander around hoping to find it where we are not. We try to find that intimate place in knowledge, competence, notoriety, success, friends, sensations, pleasures, dreams, or artificially induced states of consciousness. Thus we become strangers to ourselves, people who have an address, but are never home and hence never be addressed by the true voice of love." So I think that has something to do with being able to enter into intimacy with Christ and with others and dealing with fears and moving into love. Or something :). See, here I am afraid to be wrong....
So anyway, to answer your question... I am afraid of depending on God. So in order to avoid dependency I store up my treasures on earth.... I have more articles of clothing than 5 large families in most countries, I enjoy conversing with other people and sharing my thoughts, but I always end with...OR maybe I'm wrong...or I am not sure...or any other small statement that frees me from being responsible of believing anything concrete, to go along with that...I avoid conflict at all costs...to the point that the anxiety enters and then I don't sleep at night as play over and over in my head the could've, should've, would'ves and how I wasn't able to say what I thought, I like living in a safe neighborhood because I am afraid of being hurt, robbed, or scared. (And when I say we live in a safe neighborhood... I mean it's ridiculous...we currently live in the safest, most "bubbled" place in the world....and really I hate that fear brought me to this place instead of Christ....well I am currently working on that issue....
So I am currently dealing with HOW to be more dependent on God...how to pick up my cross, how to give it all up, and how to honestly NEED Him. David and I had friends over for dinner last night and we started talking about the rich man who wanted to know how he could enter into the Kingdom of God and Jesus tells him to sell all he has, give to the poor, and follow him...and so I started asking questions about that...and what it means in general and for us... and so we are conversing about this convicting verse and David said something that hit me. So we were talking about how you could sell everything and move to the inner city and I was saying that there is always a divide because poor people aren't stupid...they know you can go back where you came from and get it all back...and DAvid went into how it really means letting go of the old life and embracing the life of poverty fully... no second home, no stuff in storage places, and the one that hit...not having a big bank account somewhere, and no retirement. Living like them means just that...giving up EVERYTHING. And that's when the whole I fear depending on Christ hit me. Could I really do that? How could I really not have a savings and a retirement? How could I give my children the education I always wanted for them? And there it is.... me trying to create this life through my means that I have and not believing that God will take care of me.
Is what He has to offer me better than what I can offer myself?
How do I enter into complete dependency of Christ?
So there are my jumbled thoughts. :) |