I see my little one struggling under the weight of this season. Dark clouds loom overhead. And it’s hard for this Mama to watch the rain.
How do I tell her that there will be more days like this? Hard seasons. Happy ones too. How do you give a daughter what she needs for the road ahead?
A few friends and I are meeting once a month with several younger women to tell our stories and share our faith. My friend Dianna said she wished someone would have been honest with her about this life with Christ, all those years ago. So we gathered, Friday night on Dianna’s back porch, and went around the room telling our stories.
The words spoken were pure poetry.
As I anticipated taking my turn to speak, I felt my face grow hot. I could have melted in the chair and faded away for fear. I looked at Dianna, who knows me inside and out, and hoped for a reprieve – maybe a “you-can-wait-‘til-next-time”.
Didn’t happen.
Instead, she prompted me to start at the beginning, “Lynnie, why don’t you start when you were a little girl and your parents divorced.” I swallowed hard and began my story when I was seven years old – the place when I became keenly aware of my need of a Savior.
The tears welled up as I poured out my heart and dark, red splotches covered my neck and chest. Raw emotion tumbled out in what felt like root ball clumps.
There it was. The “me” that’s underneath the mascara and hairspray. Exposed.
For Christ’s love compels us, because we are convinced that one died for all, and therefore all died. And He died for all, that those who live should no longer live for themselves but for Him who died for them and was raised again.
2 Corinthians 5:14-15 NIV
It took several days to recover from all the uncovering.
Why put myself through the whole nervous ordeal? The love of Christ compels me. Stretches me. It takes me out of my comfort zone of religious platitudes and shallow conversation.
Love is the overflow and expansion of joy in God, which gladly meets the needs of others. Love is not merely the passive overflow, but the aggressive extension and expansion and completion of joy in God.
John Piper, The Dangerous Duty of Delight
Christ’s love compels me to share my story in order to spill His love on to someone else – maybe someone sitting on a back porch on a Friday night…or a daughter.
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Susan Rinehart Stilwell says
May 15, 2012 at 3:07 pmLynnie, good for you for dropping your guard and being real with those young gals. Life is messy, and the younger generations need to know less about our successes and more about our heartbreaks. And about a Savior Who redeems that brokenness and makes us whole.
Blessings from VA 🙂
~Susan
Lyn Cooke says
May 15, 2012 at 8:35 pmSusan, yes! He redeems and oh how He blesses. Thank you for your affirming words dear sister!
Dolly@Soulstops says
May 17, 2012 at 1:17 amOh, Lyn, you gave such a precious gift to these younger gals, as you let the love of Christ compel you out of your comfort zone…the very best reason of all…you are beautiful and you are brave! Blessings 🙂