I’ve been waiting for the time to sit down and write…and I’ve been pondering the things I would write about given all that I’ve experienced recently. A lot has been going on. I actually wrote something yesterday but just wasn’t feeling real led to share it…
So I’m sitting back down again because I know that I know that I know how good writing is for my soul. For me, it’s like working out, I never look back thinking it was a waste of time. I feel really good after I write.
And right now I just want to say that life feels really hard…and I constantly feel so dang needy.
I’m not looking for a pity party…I’m just keeping it real. My insecurities overwhelm me. And I want them to disappear but it doesn’t happen like that…or does it?
You tell me…because I’ve done my fair share of work…and yet it seems constant…there is always more.
Oftentimes, the process of healing is likened to an onion, layer by layer, we heal…so I’m pretty sure I’m the most layered onion there ever was and if onions also make themselves cry…then I’m that onion.
The last five weeks of my job have been devoted to studying for the Series 7 and 66 Financial Licensing exams. And studying just isn’t my thing, and when it consists of content like what I was studying…it makes things REALLY hard…and then when you throw in the need to achieve in me…that’s just a ticking time bomb waiting to happen.
But as I write this…there was NO EXPLOSION.
Oh me oh my. Now that’s some serious business.
It’s rare that I don’t tear up when I think back to the call I made years ago to my poor Momma and Daddy in the Philippines, who were completely helpless upon answering the phone and without any explanation had to listen to my wails of devastation over my rejection to medical school.
That journey taught me so much, and I was sure there were no more lessons to be learned…but turns out, Paul knew what he was talking about when he said:
For I am confident of this very thing, that He who began a good work in you will perfect it until the day of Christ Jesus.
And gosh, I hesitate to call it lessons. I don’t subscribe to the notion that God’s heart is for hard times so I can be taught hard lessons. That’s just icky and I don’t want to think of it in that regard.
What I am certain of is this: I want freedom…and He knows better than anyone this desire. And freedom comes with a price.
It’s why Jesus went to the Cross. For my freedom He has set me free.
And I confess to you right now…what I know gets in the way of my freedom is my worry over finances and my people-pleasing…and my fear of failure and rejection…
For me, early on in life, my identity became attached to my academic and athletic achievements…success, really.
The possibility of rejection and failure paralyzed me for so long. And my journey to medical school really helped me move beyond that.
Having basically everything I could ever want and then losing it all also helped to redefine success and make me dependent on Him as my financial source like never before, which I still struggle with daily.
I’ve definitely tasted freedom from the things which have bound me but it’s easy to get triggered when you’ve measured yourself for so long according to test scores, and then you’ve gone on to work in settings that rank you weekly based on your performance…not to even mention the measures that exist in your mind…like, I’m 37 and still single…what else do I need to do to make the grade??
So at some point, enough is enough. And on Saturday evening, I had enough…
As I was wrapping up studying for my final test…I melted into a puddle on my floor asking God to take away the fear of failure in me.
And wouldn’t you know…for as long as I have been full on pursuing Him, out of that, I realized that that fear was in the way of truly believing in the depths of my heart that His plans for me are for good.
“For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.”
So in my weepy mess I told Him that I wanted to believe, I wanted to wholeheartedly believe that.
And if there was any ticking time bomb set off, it was the anger that rose up in me against the enemy of my soul…I don’t like to direct any attention there, but let’s face it, he stops at nothing to steal and kill and destroy…and in response to that, the words spewed out of me…
F*#& you, satan. F$(#. You.
Anger is hard for me to express and that was so needed…so so needed and in my heart, I just knew I was taking a stand like never before.
So the next morning when I took my test, I had nothing more than your old run-of-the-mill test anxiety, and deep confidence in the One who was with me.
The Lord your God is in your midst, a mighty one who will save; he will rejoice over you with gladness; he will quiet you by his love; he will exult over you with loud singing.
So when I walked out with a “Fail” and no earth-shattering sense of failure. That was the greatest victory.
Failure, nor success defines me.
I’m His. And that’s all I need to be.
I continue to laugh at my current role in the financial services industry. I still have no idea what I’m doing there and I’ll need to retake this test and pass to stay…
That said, when I look around at others doing amazing things so in line with their passion and talents…I have my weak moments of doubt and envy…
But I know that He knows and I’m learning more and more just how deeply He cares for my heart.
Because the reality is I’m in this world that now comes with social media…I’m also working in Corporate America. And neither are terrible, but both offer much opportunity for comparison and rankings and measurements.
So as much as I want to avoid everything that’s hard for me and hide in a hole and never come out…He wants the most abundant life for me and FREEDOM is my gateway.
He called me back to the desert. He’s shown me the beauty in it. He’s promised to make all things new. And I do believe that.
So after my sweet victory yesterday, I went to the desert to celebrate and officially take my stand against the measuring stick that I’ve been working way too long and hard at measuring up to.
And yes, I’m needy. So so needy…and I’m pretty sure that will never ever go away…and I’m okay with that because it gives me opportunity after opportunity to fall into immeasurable depths of LOVE, MERCY and GRACE.
Lord, I pray…may I never ignore the call of Freedom.
Christ has set us free to live a free life. So take your stand! Never again let anyone put a harness of slavery on you.
Philippians 1:6, Jeremiah 29:11, Zephaniah 3:17, John 10:10, Isaiah 43:19, Ephesians 3:20, Galatians 5:1