It has been three days since coming home from HeartQuest. So sorry it took me this long to write, but it has been taking me days to understand the true power and simplicity of what I have learned this week. Two things: the power of confession and the freedom we find in submission.For six days, all I did was confess what I had been guilty of to the Lord...and what freedom I found. As dirty and messy as it sounds, I feel so clean after I allowed God to empty my hidden closet of all the muddy shoes and broken umbrellas. How good the Lord is to hurt us for a little while to make us free from the things we have dreaded to look at our entire life. Man o man. I look at it as if I underwent major surgery. You know those vet shows that feature dogs who eat fishing hooks and their owners underwear and somehow it gets all tangled up in their intestines and then the poor stupid dog has to go in for surgery to get Vicky's real secret removed? I feel like the dumb dog who ate the panties and would not sit still enough to allow the Holy Spirit to get them out of me. I allowed my sin to get all tangled in my intestines. And I guess somehow in this twisted metaphor, Heart Quest would be the equivalent of the vet show, place it where you wish.
But sitting still is the key. I have to obey and submit to the Holy Spirit's wishes long enough for Him to get his hands inside of our hearts to untangle us. For me, its the hardest part, but, oh goodness, how it renders the best result. Submission keeps us from swallowing another pair of panties right after Holy Spirit got the last pair out. Lord, keep me from eating another pair of panties!
This picture does not have a whole lot to do with what I learned at the conference, but thought it was funny that I taught a Bulgarian family of five how to make s'mores at the dinner table. The kids didn't like them so I had to eat all the marshmallows after they burn them. I will ask my body for forgiveness later...this little guy is Teddy (short for Theodore).
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