When one comes to the absolute end of themselves there is
an unspeakable impact on one's soul.
This is the place where in one single moment, darkness seeps
in while the light brings blinding clarity. I have come to know this place
over the years. It's become a familiar stop along the path as I make my journey
towards wholeness.
I have been made aware, again, that I am not the person
that I want to be.
No amount of wrestling, pushing, and grasping at my
"perfect" image of self will gain me a single inch toward my
goal.
The truth is, I have spent my entire life running from this
place of clarity. Running from the reality of who I am. The parts of me that
hide in the shadows. The parts of me that nobody knows because they are buried
in a facade of self-sufficiency. The parts of me that I never want you to
see because if you saw – truly saw, you would (rightfully) turn and walk away
in either disgust or fear.
During the past several years, I have come to realize new
depths to my brokenness. I have come to the end of myself in ways I never
dreamed possible. God only knows my desperate capacity to fall apart.
And not to just fall apart, but to stay shattered in that hopeless place. To
set up camp and to dwell there indefinitely. To sit in the ashes and dust
unable to think, feel, or move.
Sometimes I feel like a broken record to those around me
when I share about my inadequacy. This isn’t the first time I have tried to put
words to my flawed experience. But I’m not sharing this in an attempt for
reassurance, pity, or judgment.
Here is what I want you to hear when I tell you my story:
At the end of myself, I discover the most beautiful thing.
Something so wonderful, so brilliant, so breathtaking, that I struggle to
assign words to it.
In the depths of this desperate state, there is Someone that
sees me completely and loves me unconditionally.
In my shame, I find myself pursued and ultimately rescued by
a furious, limitless, life-changing love.
God meets me.
Again and again and again.
I don’t need to be reassured that I am a good person. I don’t
need to be told that my flaws are “not that bad.” I don’t need to be convinced
that those broken parts of me do not exist. It doesn’t help. It only fuels my
efforts to cover up and hide the complete picture of who I am.
Do you know what I need? I need to know that there is an infinitely
good Being that is intimately aware of everything about me. Every detail. Every
crack. Every festering wound. Every lie I believe about myself and the world
around me.
To be known. Truly and deeply known AND loved.
This. This is what I need.
God never intended for me to live my life in the shadows of
shame and despair. I was designed with incredible intentionality and purpose. I
am not an accident or a mistake. I was created to be a masterpiece. But I am
flawed.
God’s intention for humanity was not to condemn us in our imperfect
(and often ugly) states. God’s intention has always been to bring us into the
fullness of His incredible image, for His great glory.
He would not be a good God if He chose to look the other way
in the face of depravity. He cannot and should not ignore the ugliness that
humanity brings to the table again and again and again. In His justice, He must
address what is wrong with us. And so, He did what we could never do. He became
intimately acquainted with our humanity to solve our impossible dilemma.
Jesus paid the ultimate price that we accrued in our brokenness
and sin.
So when I say that I am known intimately and loved
unconditionally, it is not because the weight of my brokenness (intentional and
unintentional sin) doesn’t matter. It is because Jesus already carried the
burden that was too heavy for me.
I am free from Shame.
I cannot change the love that God has for me. He will never love me more or less than He does right now. When He looks
at me, He sees the perfection of Jesus. He sees me as His beloved child.
No other human will ever fully know me, it’s impossible. But
there will always be a God who fully knows me. And the most beautiful thing is
that He loves me beyond what I can imagine.
There is a freedom, a peace, a joy, a safety (and so much
more) found in the arms of Jesus.
And so, I discover again that the end of myself is not at
all a hopeless place. It is where my desperate soul is met with the power of
unconditional love. And I will become whole. Not because I have all the missing
pieces, but because God meets my inadequacies with the fullness of Himself. I
could never be the best version of myself without Him because I was designed to
be enveloped in His incredible, perfect, life-giving reality.
I can let go of the fight to be good enough and rest in love
- free from the shame, the despair, and the shadows.
Isn’t that the most beautiful thing?
It takes my breath away.
Either way, if you live with a nagging sense of shame and despair because of the parts of yourself you keep hidden in the shadows, I want you to know that there is an antidote.
Lose the shame, it's killing you.
Be met by unconditional love and grace.
Come running into the arms of Jesus.
To be found in this place, at the end of oneself, fully known and loved.
...It really is the most beautiful thing.
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