Our Home in Christ
Today, my dear friend Bettie and I have some exciting news to share, our very first podcast for Treasures from the Sands is going live with this and Bettie’s blog post. You can find it at my new SoundCloud home, where I will add each new episode:
Welcome to the table to feast with us in prayer, worship and fellowship at our Father’s table, as He delights in us. As He pours out His oil of anointing upon us right here in our daily trials of chronic and/or mental illness. For, we are loved. We are seen. We are known. And we are forever in His Presence and at Home in HIM.
Over two years of pruning, stripping, tilling and burning away has been part of this birthing process for me. It’s been so painful, and continues to be, but it has been and is oh so worth it to watch God’s truth and grace unfolding in my heart and life, each step of the way.
Living overseas, I’ve been so blessed by the ministry of Velvet Ashes, who seeks to offer a place of refreshment, encouragement and belonging to those serving abroad. The poem that forms part of today’s podcast was also first published there under the title Our Home in Christ when I was walking through so much pain, but also discovering like never before just how deep God’s love and grace truly go. And to what great lengths He goes to protect us and draw us so close to HIS heart in the raging storms of trauma.
He sees and knows what we truly need. Not the cruelty of the cold law, nor our sweeping under the carpet to “belong” in a “strong” world, nor the turning away of those who find our tears or fears uncomfortable, nor our own or others’ fixing, but instead the gentle Spirit of truth and grace. The God who is always leaning toward us, never away. Who is always drawing near to us to lift the weight of all we just can’t ever lift alone. Who is forever calling us to Himself in gentleness, patience and compassion to show us mercy in our time of need.
For He is not of this world. He does not sweep our need under the carpet, or turn us away because our tears of fears are uncomfortable, nor does He condemn us to a life of shame and disgrace. Instead, He draws oh so near and whispers truth and grace. He shines the light of His grace on our desperate need for love, comfort and affirmation and fills us with the truth of who HE is and therefore who we are. He helps us to turn away from our well of sin – actions we take to defend ourselves or withdraw ourselves from those around us – to instead turn toward Him – our fount of life.
And there He washes us white, declaring every part of our mind, body and soul – every pain, doubt, fear, grief and deep down longing – HIS. Known, loved, healed, whole and complete in HIM, our true HOME and dwelling place.
He turns our eyes heavenward, reminding us that the Holy Spirit is given us as the guarantee of our inheritance, until we gain possession of it to the praise of His glory. For (2 Corinthians 3:18 KJV): […] we all, with open face beholding as in a glass the glory of the Lord, are changed into the same image from glory to glory, even as by the Spirit of the Lord.