For today…my favorite quotes from Sisterchicks Say Ooh La La by Robin Jones Gunn:
“This altar in my heart was about to be disassembled, and I would soon be set free. I just knew it.”
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“I leaned back, stunned to realize how guarded I had been in all my relationships. I loved and gave and confided in the small circle of those closest to me. But I never entered in emotionally at the same level I so willingly had with Gerard.
This was staggering news. It meant that I had successfully guarded myself by taking only the smallest and most predictable steps in my relationships. The result was that I was rarely hurt. Rarely disappointed. And rarely as happy or alive as I d been that one week with Gerard. It seemed as if I’d only half-lived.”
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“I was trying to say that the only One who will never leave you and never disappoint you is the One who made you. God. He’s the only One who can fill the depths of our hearts. When I realized that my sophmore year of college, it…well, I’ve told you before. It changed everything. Lisa, there’s a big difference between knowing about God and opening yourself up to Him so you can really know Him.”
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“…you only have to answer to our heavenly Papa. If His Spirit is telling you that you missed the mark somewhere along the way, fine. Agree with Him. Confess what you did was out of line. Then thank Him for His generous forgiveness and move on. Don’t get stuck. Part of you got stuck here.”
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“‘Why did Eve sew fig leaves together and hide behind the bushes?’
‘What are you talking about?’
‘Adam and Eve. What did they say when God came looking for them, and they were hiding?…’
‘…I know the story very well. Adam and Eve were cast out of the garden of Eden because of their disobedience.’
‘Right. But even after they disobeyed, God came to them. He pursued them. My question to you is, what did Adam and Eve say when they were in the bushes, covered up with the little leaf-outfits they had made for themselves?’
‘Is this a fashion question?’ I said, trying to take attention off not knowing what Amy was getting at.
‘No, it’s not a fashion question. Adam and Eve said they were afraid so they hid.’
‘Afraid of what?’
Amy’s dark eyes glowed with a warmth that showed up whenever she was very happy and about to get something she had wanted for a long time. ‘When you know that answer to that, Lisa-girl, you’ll have to missing piece you’ve been looking for. That’s when the truth will set you free.’”
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“You said you thought of God as an artist, and we’re His maverick subjects. I’ve been thinking about that. Considering His willingness to not stop expressing Himself out in the open, in front of a world full of critics, I think God’s work in us is beautiful. More than that, His work in us expresses the depth of His pain.”
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“Beside us rose a huge pillar. A little girl suddenly dashed around the back side of the pillar. A dark-haired man called to the little girl, but she didn’t go back to him. Instead she stayed in hiding, covering her face with her hands, as if that would keep him from seeing her.
Eve hid and covered up with fig leaves. Why?
I watched the little girl as she tried to stay in the shadows and not be seen by her father.
I knew that feeling. From the time I had started to help out in the church nursery, I had been trying to stay off God’s reader so He wouldn’t come looking for me. I was afraid, and so I hid.
That’s it! I was afraid. Eve was afraid. That’s what it says in Genesis. Eve was afraid, and so she hid. I get that. I’m afraid. That’s why I hide. But what am I afraid of?
I looked into the face of the little girl’s father, who came toward the pillar with swift, deliberate steps. His expression was set on her alone and overflowing with love. He didn’t want to be separated from his little one.
Calling to her and opening his arms for her, the father waited. From where we sat, I could see what the child behind the pillar could not see. Her papa wanted her back. Now.
The timid child stepped out of hiding with her chin tucked and her eyes lowered. She took the first step. Her father came the rest of the way and scooped her up in his arms.
In that moment, I knew the answer to Amy’s question. I knew why Eve hid. I knew why I hid. Both Eve and I were afraid of God. Afraid to see His expression of disappointment and displeasure. For Eve it would have been the first time she saw that expression on her Creator’s face.
Is that what I’ve believe all these years? That God was disgusted by me or disappointed in me?
Viewing the earthly father in front of me who was pursuing his wayward daughter, I saw that his intense desire for reconciliation was greater than his intent to punish.
All these years I had believed a lie. God wasn’t mad at me. His anger was momentary, but His lovingkindness toward me was forever. God wanted me.
I always thought I had to prove to God what a good person I was so He wouldn’t be angry. That’s why I tried to work everything out on my own. I thought I was supposed to be an ‘A’ student and make God proud of me for doing everything as correctly as I could. Yet now I saw the truth. He didn’t want my stack of well done homework or a report on my commendable behavior. He just wanted me. Now.
I watched as the little girl looked up at her father. He held her close. Speaking to her in gentle tones, he stroked her hair and spoke to her softly in a language I didn’t understand. But the child understood. She looked her daddy face-to-face and nodded her head, as if in accompianment to a sincere apology.
He spoke to her again. She spontaneously kissed her papa on the cheek. He smiled, and she rested her head on his shoulder in the curve of his neck. As I watched, he held her close and walked away, carrying her in his arms.
Grace upon grace.
I felt my heart racing the way it had at Angelina’s when I felt as if God was coming close to me. This was it. All me senses were alive.
“I’m here,” I whispered, picturing myself as a frightened little girl who had been hiding far too long. In that moment, I stepped out of hiding. The deepest, most timid part of my spirit told God I was sorry. Sorry that I had held back from opening up my heart to Him. Sorry that I had spent so many years in hiding.
But my lengthy confession was cut short. All I could think of, and all my senses could feel was lightness. He was lifting me, drawing me closer and closer. I was in His arms, the very place I had longed to be and never felt I was good enough to go.
All these years I thought You would reject me, too, if I opened up to You like this. But, Father God, You have never left. Never rejected me. This is was You’ve wanted and waited for all along, isn’t it? Not my sterling behavior, but this. This closeness.
The truth began to fill all the hallowed out spaces of my soul where the lies had been swept out. LIght came in. Light was the missing piece. Lightness in my spirit. This closeness to my heavenly Papa was why I was on this earth. This lasting love would fill the depths of my emotions and set me free.”