Amen?
Or no?
Do we really want to say this? Do we really believe this? Because I just got moved to Austin. I say, “got moved” because that is how it feels. I feel God’s hand moving me. And my family. And my dog. And now I’m searching for a place to board the dog so we can go “home” to visit.
When will we stop calling it “home”?
Maybe it’s not a physical move. Maybe God’s moving you internally. Personally. Maybe relationally.
One of our big prayers at Holy Yoga is, “God, show me me.” When we pray this, we have to be ready, right? I mean, who knows what He will show us? We can be sure that what He reveals, He will heal. So we enter in, unafraid.
Right?
Not so right.
It’s really scary to be revealed. We spend most of our lives trying to hide. Even in our bravado or our need to be relevant and fabulous…even when we are “out there” with our bold selves, even then…it’s sorta fake right?
We learn what is appropriate to reveal, we learn what society sees as acceptable weakness…we show the world our sometimes false humility as we admit our shortcomings…the ones we know aren’t “so bad” and then we pat ourselves on the back for being humble. We stop there because going deeper is not polite and people are like, “keep that stuff to yourself” and “TMI” and we look around going…this is all just really fake and weird and my mask is starting to hurt…so we turn to God and ask Him, “What’s the deal here?” and He starts to show us…us.
The shallow, fake kind of revealing is not what God does. It’s not the kind of unveiling that happens when we ask God…our creator…the One who knows every hair on our head…the only One who understands our every thought, need, whim, fault, sin…when we ask Him for revelation, it is SCARY.
And not.
Because He never leaves.
You know how with people, you can ask for truth and then become so defensive, you decide to sever the relationship? It’s easier to walk away from the relationship than to face the truth. So we leave. And others leave. Because it’s just too messy to stay.
God’s not like that.
He stays, waits, reveals, peels the layers back gently, speaks Truth, holds us, loves us, stays in the mess so He can save us from ourselves. He makes the scary safe.
In Yoga, there is so much that comes up for people because they are in a space of really listening and bringing awareness to their bodies and their minds and souls. This is terrifying for some people because honestly, they may not be ready to be revealed or healed. That’s why many people run from yoga. They say they don’t sweat enough or they need more cardio or it’s not enough of a work out or they can’t be still that long or they are “bored”. Sometimes those things are true and they should just go for a run. Other times, I believe a lot of these arguments come from an unwillingness to go deep. A fear of revelation of self. The best thing about Holy Yoga is that when revelation of self comes, we have a Savior that guides us through it. We don’t need to just “give it up” to the “universe”, we have a mighty conquering all powerful God who can take it. He says, “Here it is…take a look…now give it back to me…I’ve got strong shoulders…I can handle it.”
We can lay it down friends. That’s why it’s no longer scary…We are not alone.
He initiates change in us. Once he grabs ahold of our hearts, we can’t stay the same. It’s not possible.
My friend, Clare, sent me this song when I found out I was moving and it just resonated with me so much.
(I want to share with you and found this video but it goes a little long for my tastes. If you need to cut it short, 3:00 is a good spot to end it.)
Sometimes we don’t even know where we are going or what is happening but we know we are being called to something new…internally and sometimes externally…He is calling us to move.
Where is He leading you?
Will you go?
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Aren’t we fortunate that God never leaves us but walks beside us every minute of every day. Gus will do fine in a good boarding facility, make sure he has his kennel cough up to date. Lastly, I was married for 20 years before I quit calling Joliet home. Joliet is where I was raised and my mom and dad were still living there. Home will always be in Dekalb/Sycamore as long as you and Jeff still have family here. I believe it’s true that home is where the heart is……my folks have passed on to heaven…….Sycamore is now home for me!
My dear Friend,
Once again you have been an instrument of the Holy Spirit and spoke to me and I am sure so many others right when the message was needed. Thank you! Again my tears are filled with gratitude for you and your gift. Wish I could dog sit for you
Hi Debbie! I wish I was there with you right now chatting over a cup of coffee! And I wish you could dog sit…Gus would love to hang out with you! Love you dear friend! xoxo