when Christina was three years old, we rented a modular home for a short time.
one day, i noticed a black spot about the size of a quarter on the carpet in our bedroom which also doubled as a study. upon inspecting the spot more closely, it appeared to be an ink spot. you know, the kind of ink spot that happens when a child mashes the point of a felt-tip marker onto a piece of construction paper.
so i went over the checklist of possible guilty parties. me? nope. i knew i hadn't done it. my husband? highly unlikely. Christina. bingo! (that's what happens when your an only child; you always get blamed.)
so i called her in and asked her if she had done it. she denied it, the little sinner. so i talked to her soberly about telling the truth. after a few minutes, she finally confessed.
that night i was telling my husband about how i had confronted Christina, and how she had finally confessed.
"what spot?" he asked me.
"the one by the desk," i explained.
he looked at the spot. "that was there when we moved in."
shame washed over me. Christina was asleep, but i confessed to her first thing in the morning, and she sweetly forgave me.
years later. . .she still remembers it.
when the Lord says that the older women are not to be "false accusers", He gives us plenty of time to start working on it when we are young.
the moral of the story? don't accuse your child (or anyone else for that matter) of wrong-doing without true evidence.
they are so frightening-- the thoughts that i am thinking in the night as i drop off to sleep, in the morning as the quiet dawn approaches, in the quiet spaces of my days. the imaginations, the speculations, the suspicions, the arguments.
of no value.
insanity, if the truth be told. the thoughts of my heart and mind are carrying me outside the secure boundaries of truth into the minefield of conjecture.
i am afraid. i need to be rescued from slavery to my own fears and animosities.
the love for all that i idealize-- i do not find it in my heart or my soul.
i am humbled.
i am undone! break down the prison of my own making! oh, Lord, deliver me!
He comes. my eyes are opened, and i see His glorious beauty. i see that He knows me as i really am, and still He loves me, He is tender toward me.
i am changed. i can no longer love the schemes that i devise in my fantasies-- fantasies that move me beyond the limits of sanity.
oh, tear them down! tear, tear, tear them down! let not one of them remain!
let my thoughts reflect His beauty! let my heart be filled with the light of His splendor! may He rule the kingdom of my heart, and every thought be subjugated to the purity of His gracious truth.
intuition is such an uncanny thing. who knows where it comes from? why it exists? why sometimes we can be so accurate in perceiving what is under the surface with so little evidence?
sometimes. sometimes intuition is amazingly accurate. but sometimes it can be devastatingly misleading. it should be packaged with a warning label.
consider a related truth. "do not be wise in your own eyes. fear the Lord, and turn away from evil." the process of being liberated from an unhealthy dependence on intuition is somewhat painful, but well worth the pain. after all, admitting that my thoughts are wandering down the paths of my own selfish wisdom is humbling though it is good and healing. being wise in my own eyes is an evil which i can and must shun. when i am wise in my own eyes, i cannot have a proper respect for God.
somehow when i am on that path away from God, depending on my intuition and keen perception, in my imagination i begin to think that i am omniscient. not that i would admit it in so many words; however, i become confident that i know everything that is relevant about a given situation.
when i start concentrating on respecting God, i begin to see that there are huge areas of time and motive that i do not begin to understand. every person involved has a 24/7 life of which i know only a tiny percentage. in contrast to my limited perspective, God knows every thought, word, action, and motive of every person involved. He loves each of us and wants to use every situation to reveal Himself to us.
my heart changes.
i realize i can trust Him, and that i need to focus on being and doing what He wants me to be and do.
and there is such joy in obeying Him, because i am free from a burden He never intended for me to bear.
God takes our actions seriously. He has big plans, but He doesn’t HAVE to use us to accomplish them. He wants to offer us that joy, but we can skip out on it by choosing our own sin over His blessing. And the sad thing is, we might never know what He wanted to give us. What’s sadder is that maybe we will. --Benjamin Power