OUR LOVE STORY: PART FOUR
On the Sunday after Phil broke up with me, I slipped into church reluctantly. I knew he’d be there, on the platform leading worship. I knew I would cry, unable to hold back the grief at the loss of the life I’d dare to dream of.
I wanted to be strong but I wasn’t. Wanted to be cool and remote, but my red nose and swollen eyes wouldn’t fool anybody. And so I tried to avoid anyone I might know by finding a seat in the back corner, as near the exit doors as possible.
All my fears and feelings of inadequacy and fakery and not-good-enough-ness kept my shoulders slumped and my head down. I wanted to believe what I’d been taught, that God had a wonderful plan for my life. But how was this wonderful?
What I hadn’t factored in was a redeeming Savior and His relentless pursuit of a woman who needed to know Him in a way that would fill up all those achingly empty places in my soul.
All I remember about that morning was the words of the hymn we sang:
My hope is built on nothing less than Jesus’ blood and righteousness,
I dare not trust the sweetest frame, but wholly lean on Jesus’ name.
On Christ the solid Rock I stand, All other ground is sinking sand,
All other ground is sinking sand.
Every word sank deep. Soothing, true, hope-filled. This was what I was longing for, what I needed. A hope built on One who would love me always, no matter what.
Could it possibly be true? With all my less-thans, all my pretending to be better than I was, could I learn to wholly lean on Jesus’ name?
It was a theme that would echo over and over again in my life. That when dreams die and wishes don’t come true, when things happen that I don’t want and when I can’t make the hurt go away, Jesus is there...
I went home elated. Fully surrendered, ready for whatever God had for me. I wanted more of Him. I wanted to be able to sing the last verse and mean it…
When He shall come with trumpet sound, Oh, may I then in Him be found;
Dressed in His righteousness alone, Faultless to stand before the Throne.
Something significant happened deep inside me that day. In losing something I wanted, I gained more of what I needed.
A deeper trust.
A greater intimacy.
A new sense of adequacy.
I was just beginning on my journey to finding Grace.
And even though I said I would finish our story today, I just can’t. Not yet. It would seem not right to tack a happily ever after ending right here.
I knew our break-up was final. Phil didn’t need space, he needed peace. And I was powerless to put that peace in his heart. It was over.
The real story is that God met me here in this broken place.
And so I’ll just have to tell you the rest next week…
And then we can get started on why I wanted to start this series in the first place.
Until then, thanks for listening,
From my heart,