I’ve been thinking about redemption lately. The act of God taking something that is wrong and making it right again. Taking what was originally beautiful but made ugly, and making it beautiful again.
And I’ve realized that this has been the theme of my life.
I look back on my childhood and grieve for the little girl that didn’t want to be a little girl. Because nobody really thought much of little girls other than that they were cute. I didn’t want to be cute….I wanted to be smart and adult and I wanted people to pay attention to my words and thoughts. I wanted them to notice me. I wish I could go back and tell her just how much she would miss being a little girl. I wish I could tell her just how precious and loved she was even though she didn’t notice.
I look back on my teen years and I hurt for the young lady who was confused and alone and whose heart was ignored, stuffed, and trampled on. Who self-inflicted so many needless heart-wounds, just trying to fit in and be acceptable. Who bent over backwards trying please and just ended up broken anyways. I wish I could go back and tell her to forget the conflicting voices of men and follow God from the very beginning. I wish I could tell her that her heart wasn’t “evil” or “rebellious,” and that her desires weren’t “fleshly.” I wish I could tell her that she needed to find out what was true about herself from God alone, and not from men.
I look back on the budding young woman, flushed with the newness of love. Conflicted, torn between where she thought God was leading her and what everyone else was saying. Confused because what she’d always thought to be true was turning out to be a man-made paradigm, built from fear and not of God. Being drawn to a man who showed her, for the first time, what unconditional love really meant. I would like to go back and tell her to cling to him and never let go. To forget the years of trying to please others who could not be pleased and to follow God. To not waste those years, with their tumultuous emotions and struggles, and to claim the life she wanted and knew was right.
I look back on the woman who was a new bride, who adored her man and thought he was perfect and just wanted to be the perfect wife for him. Who read untold number of books and tried ridiculous things all in the name of “being a godly wife.” Who, when her wonderful man fell from the pedestal she put him on (thus proving he was human after all), almost completely lost herself trying to get him back up there (where he really didn’t belong and didn’t want to be anyways). Because all the books said that if that happened, it was her fault for not being good enough. I wish I could go back and tell her that no one is perfect, and that all those books were crap and should’ve been burned or used as toilet paper. I wish I could tell her that her false castle needed to come down so a better, real, more lasting one could be built.
I look back on the tired new mother who thought she had it all figured out….until the babies came. The mother who thought she must somehow get her children to fit the description in the child-training books. And when they didn’t, somehow believed that she was a failure and her kids would grow up to be brats and heathens. All the striving to “do it right,” the pressure to mold her kids “right,” and the feelings of failure when they all just didn’t fit the mold. I wish I could go offer her a hand, let her know that her children weren’t meant to fit anyone’s idea of the perfect child. I would tell her that she was a great mom and the best thing she ever did was give up on know-it-all parenting books (and being a know-it-all parent).
I wonder if the older me will look back on the now me and wish she could tell me not to worry, that it’s all going to be OK. Will she tell me that God really does take everything in our lives and weave a beautiful tapestry from it?
Because, even as I look back and wish that things could’ve been different, I can see God’s fingerprints all over my life. I can see things that I thought were ugly then used by Him to make something beautiful now. I can see the shaping, the directing, the love and mercy that surrounded me even though I had no idea it was there. I don’t believe for a moment that God “caused” bad things to happen in my life. But I would be blind if I couldn’t see how He took those things and turned them around, redeeming them, making them beautiful again. What was intended for evil, God grabbed a hold of, turned it inside-out, and unleashed it for good. I keep wanting to go grab something else from my past and run to Him with it, like a little child, holding my hands open before Him, eagerly asking, “This too, God? Can you redeem this too?”
I am amazed. And sometimes, honestly, angry still. Because part of me wonders… did those things really need to happen? Did I really need to suffer that? Couldn’t God, if He was really all-powerful, have made my life good without the evil? I don’t know. Would I be the person I am today if anything about my past was different? I don’t know that either.
But this I know: Redemption. This is about so much more than salvation. This about our lives. This… is everything.
A wise man once said that there was a time and place for every purpose under heaven… the good and the bad. He stated that God makes everything beautiful in His time. I hang on to that with everything I have. I look back and I see it. I look forward and I hope for it. And for now, in the in-between time, I proclaim it. And I marvel.
Redeemed, how I love to proclaim it!
Redeemed by the blood of the Lamb;
Redeemed through His infinite mercy-
His child and forever I am.
Darcy, Thank you for writing that. I needed to read it today.
I loved reading your "I wish" statements! I have many of those myself and the "I wish" statements so help me to acknowledge wrongs done! :) Grateful for the ending of redemption!
Beautiful, Darcy!!! I long to learn to live in the present and enjoy it. To let God put His fingerprints all over my life in such beautiful ways.
This is me up to the marriage part- I wasted too much time trying to be someone I'm not, and when I married in God's will, I found out who I really am. Parenting books can be great- but am not limited to Christian ones...and not expecting a perfect little Christian...I want to raise lovers of God, but am so glad it is no reflection on me what others choose to be or do. I am learning to rest in grace, and this is sooooo my story too, and it's not without its scars, and I am working through the anger- thanks for sharing- this encouraged me today.
Darcy, I have been enjoying your posts so much! I wish I could also go back and tell my young self that what God put in my heart was good enough and that my parents were there to love me but not to be "all knowing". I wish I stood up for myself. So glad I am learning it all now as I read all these articles that help me realize where I was led wrong.
I'm so glad I got out of this before I got married! What a beautiful gift from God to give me a wonderful, flawed man, and a wonderful, 'flawed' marriage! I don't have to try to be perfect, and fail miserably! God leads, and (most of the time) I follow. and when I screw something up, He doesn't stop loving me, He won't hold my sin against me for eternity (that was kinda the point of Jesus coming..)... Love it!