It's been just over a month since I came home from Peru.
While I've thought of my Peruvian friends often, today has drawn my heart even closer into examination over what happened when I was there....
The travel home is particularly challenging for me emotionally. God has worked my heart over 10-fold and as I ponder on the wonders he has done in me and for me this trip, I also realize with great certainty that life at home will be even more difficult than before. Even though I'm quite well at recognizing a spiritual attack and often equipped for combat, something in me says that the war at home will be unlike what I've experienced before. Now, I have to maintain this dedication to the Lord, seek harder to find those to share the gospel with, understand that my family has not seen what I have seen nor heard what I have heard. I have to experience American life without giving in to the selfishness, entitlement and pride that once so consumed my heart. I cry to Father. I find myself almost in a pre-repentance state. Father, do not let me falter! Do not let me be sucked into my old ways! Continue to consume me like a fire so strong, so high, so wide that it cannot be extinguished! In the midst of daily life, do not let me lose sight of changes you have made in my heart. Don't let fall...again....
Guess what?
I fell.
I've found myself going 2-3 days straight without being in the Word.
Then I have a day of repentance, dive face first into His law, and a week or so will pass and I do it again.
Those same sins that I wrestled with Satan over?
Still here.
Over the last year, there are three areas of my life in which I have been weeping, pouring, begging, and pleading with the Lord for a miracle.
I have been obedient!
I've been faithful!
I HAVE faith that He can tell these mountains to move!
I have cast them into the sea myself!
And still... they stay, and HE is silent.
While I continue to see him work through acts of others, that Still Small Voice has faded to the most distant of whispers and I struggle daily with the never ending silence from the One that brought me into deliverance.
I do find myself being more bold than before. There are three people in particular that Josh and I have been trying to reach with the Gospel and I see us using less and less fluff with them and really getting into the heart of what it means to follow Christ. Still... no fruit. Still... silence.
These are the things He told me about on my way back home.
I'm no longer in a bubble of protection.
I no longer have the silence I grew to love so much as He consumed me in Peru.
I can't sit with him whenever I please.
I can't go, do, and be in the streets all day, everyday, proclaiming the Love He brings.
I have to go, do and be for three children and a husband.
I have to find a way to deny myself, not only in taking up my cross for Him, but for all those who depend on me.
I have to be a rock in this storm and teach my children about all the facets of loving and fearing our Lord.
I know I'm in a valley and what I do in this season is going to change how I handle the next.
And I'm so thankful that this, friends, is just a season!
I can wake up everyday knowing that He still gives me grace.
He still lavishes me with love.
He still holds me while I weep and offers me comfort.
Even though I feel as though I'm sitting in silence with the only One I want to hear from, I still know He Is There.
This is the Power in Christ Jesus.
Life as a follower of Christ is not a constant state of glam and glory, never doing wrong, and achieving perfection and maintaining it.
Life as a follower of Christ is messy!
It's exhausting.
It's beautiful.
It's satisfying.
I know that despite my faults, Jesus Christ died so that I may live.
Ephesians 2:8-9 tells us that, "For by grace are you saved through faith; and that not of yourselves: it is the gift of God: Not of works, lest any man should boast."
We complicate the simplicity of our relationship with Him.
We are saved.
We have eternal life with Him.
It does not require works.
It does not require perfection.
He loves you!
Even in the seasons of silence when it seems that He is so far away because His voice is but a distant whisper... we can rest in the arms of the Lover of our soul knowing that He is STILL here.