Trusting Love: A God-Ramble from a Broken Heart

Friday, November 6, 2009

I didn't always doubt love.

Once, I trusted easily. Too easily, it seemed.

That was before God let my heart break, before I knew the reality of loss, that choking, heart-wrenching physical pain of chosen vulnerability shattered, crushed, left for dead.

That was before I learned about God's sovereignty, His uncompromising, inevitable comforting ways that are higher than mine.

The story is not an easy one to tell. I was younger then, not so cynical as I am now. I don't want to think of myself as cynical, but I know that I am. Back then, it was a chosen cynicism, confirmed through minor experience that turned out to be my own misunderstanding of the situation. Now, praying for exceptions to what has become the rule of my experience yields little but disappointment.

Tuesday's post surprised me as I was writing it. When I began writing, I thought I was just frustrated with God for being God again. By the time I finished, the realization that I'm still aching for His love - in spite of everything I've been through with Him! - left me bemused, disillusioned.

I'm embarrassed to admit it. Embarrassed that He still looks like you-didn't-bring-K-back to me, embarrassed that He still seems only like God-who-takes-away to me, embarrassed to admit my non-thankfulness because I don't trust His giving. I half-laugh at my concept of Him - "God, the Indian Giver."

Pain changes things. Not always for the better; not always for the worse. My initial suffering (my health problems, work issues, dropping out of school) was minor compared to the soul-questions I have asked - no, screamed at - the God of the universe. See, I get that He is that. The God of the universe. That He is I Am. That He is higher than I.

What I don't understand in the deep of me is His care for me. I don't understand that from anyone. Not after once accepting, believing, trusting it, and having it crushed by the very person who once offered it.

I know God is not a man. I know God is Love itself - Himself.

I was good at Geometry. I loved having the solutions to my problems pre-defined. Just plug in the right postulate (this is this, then this must be that, now that must be this) and you can understand the problem. Similarly, there is much about God I can accept as fact, build a doctrine, craft my system of belief.

But in relationship with Him, the postulates only go so far. Because relationships are not pre-defined. They are not solution-driven. They are often a morass of miscommunications, misunderstandings, misconceptions - and emotions gone haywire over much of the above. Since my heart broke, simply "doing the right thing" when it comes to God has become nearly impossible.

I wonder if I have enough faith; then I wonder if the faith I have is misplaced. Is faith for something like moving mountains, or in Someone, the Person of Jesus Christ? And what does having faith in Him mean for accepting love in relationship with God?

Sometimes, I think if I just made up my mind to believe it, it would become real to me. But I know from long experience - that's not the way it works for me. I'm not really sure it's the way it works for God:

But as many as received Him, to them He gave the right to become children of God, to those who believe in His name: who were born, not of blood, nor of the will of the flesh, nor of the will of man, but of God. (Jn. 1:12-13)

You did not choose Me, but I chose you and appointed you that you should go and bear fruit, and that your fruit should remain, that whatever you ask the Father in My name He may give you. (Jn. 15:16)

The Psalmist speaks often of waiting on the Lord. I can make up my mind about what I'm going to do in regard to Him, ask Him for help, and wait for His response - if it doesn't come in my time, does that mean He has abandoned me, does it mean He doesn't love me or care about me? I don't believe it does - I clutch at His faithful, knowing He is stronger than I, that for all my struggle to comprehend faith that is solid evidence of the unseen, He yet holds my heart in His hand.

I am so afraid He will allow it to be broken again, and I know I do not yet comprehend His perfect love that casts out fear.

I fear God. I reverence and often rejoice in His higher ways, His immutability, His God-prerogative. Yet, this holy fear often caves to very human fear, the kind that has me hunkered into my corner trying to protect myself from being hurt again by Him, by others.

I am so out of control. I have often heard that trust is a command, but I wonder perhaps if it isn't more of a plea: "Trust Me. I am so good, if you will just believe Me..." He is not so helpless - He could force His hand, MAKE me trust Him. Just like He could MAKE my life go perfectly as I wish.

In both cases, though, relationship would be broken. In the first, His will would dominate and destroy - where my transformation through deeper knowledge of Him would serve better to strengthen mutual love. In the latter, my wishes would control, and God who is I Am would be subject to the whims of someone who doesn't see what He sees, no matter how much foresight the fruit from that tree gave to me. There would be no unity of thought, no oneness, no submission that fosters trust.

The strongest faith, I believe, is faith that does stand in the face of my why, that is solid in spite of my fears, faith that carries my heart beyond my shattered conception of God into the reality of Him and His real love. Twila Paris sings, "This is the faith, patience to wait when there is nothing clear..."

Wait when I decide to listen and He doesn't say anything. Wait when I ask Him for help and make up my mind to do better and fail miserably. Wait when His love for me doesn't appear to be the love I want.

Piper doesn't trust us for the "no" yet. Oh, when she's scared and wants to cuddle, she's all over us. But when we tell her "no" she doesn't yet understand that we have reasons we can't explain for our "no." She can't see what we see, hasn't seen what we've seen. She breaks relationship with her "stop eet, stop eet, stoppp eet!!!" and runs to hide from us.

She looks a lot like me relating to God sometimes.

Only I assume that even His "yes" will eventually become "no," so even the good gets rejected, and I am afraid to accept what He gives. The bad lesson pain too often teaches.

Years ago, when I chose to love at God's request and direction, I stepped out believing that God was capable of completely healing my heart, even if He never fulfilled all my wishes.

I would ask why the healing takes so long. I know the answer lies in His care for me.

He is incredibly patient, isn't He?

I learned this week that autumn leaves don't simply fall off trees. The trees must actually throw the leaves off, for the risk of blooming too soon and being killed during a warm winter spell would be too great if they remained.

He knows when my time to bloom will be. He knows how much of Him I can handle now, what must be shed from my soul for me to rest in His love.

This is what trust is about, I think; living as He created me to live, believing He will do what is best to sustain the life I now live in the flesh by faith in the Son of God, who loved me and gave Himself for me.


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Becky Thompson said...

Oh write as if you've been reading my thoughts, sometimes. This totally spoke to me. I feel that same way sometimes - cynical, and trying to figure it all out.

I cling to the fact that like the leaves, even the dying brings new life and hope - that's what gets me through. He is a God of life, of hope...even through the hard stuff.

God bless and thanks for writing this today. I needed to read it!

Christy said...

Kelly, I have so many thoughts about what you just wrote, as I am often thinking about these same issues. I would recommend two books for you to read, Walking in Victory by Dennis MacCallum and Desiring God by John Piper.

Walking in Victory explains the teaching of Romans 5-8 that essentially allows me to come into my Father's presence without fear, without shame for my sin, without any doubt about His love for me. This book makes the point that I am a new creation, I am identified with Christ and I am no longer identified with Adam. I am truly "in Christ" and can come to God as such. My sin is truly paid for and forgiven. I am made righteous! That is how God views me and how I need to view myself. He tells us as much in Romans 6. "In the same way, count yourselves dead to sin but alive to God in Christ Jesus...Do not offer the parts of your body to sin, as instruments of wickedness, but rather offer yourselves to God, as those who have been brought from death to life; and offer the parts of your body to him as instruments of righteousness."

Desiring God is John Piper's teaching on what he calls "Christian hedonism," by which he means the pursuit of pleasure in God. God truly wants to give us good things, the desires of our hearts, but He knows that all goodness is found in Him and Him alone. There is a difference in saying, "God, thank you for my fantastic husband" (as if the good thing was your husband) and saying, "God, thank you for showing Your great love for me by giving me a fantastic husband" (as if the good thing was God).

So often we do think of God as the crusher of dreams, the One who takes things away from us, the One who doesn't want us to be happy. The very opposite reality is true. God is ALL ABOUT pleasure and giving us pleasure. But the greatest pleasure IS Him! If our pleasure is not found in Him, He will mercifully strip us bare until we acknowledge Him alone as the source of all our needs. Because anything short of God will NOT bring us true, lasting pleasure. The psalmist said, "Whom in I in heaven but you? And earth has nothing I desire besides you." (Psalm 73:25)

One of the most telling Scriptures in support of this fact is "You shall have no other gods before me." If I say, "God, I can't be happy without such-and-such," I am essentially telling Him there is something I want more than Him. What an insult to His glory and goodness! Yet, as you said, He is so extremely patient with us.

Christy said...

All of this doesn't mean that we should somehow deny our suffering. Suffering is always a result of sin, and not always our own sin. Sickness is not necessarily a result of personal sin. Someone else's sin might hurt me, and the hurt I feel isn't in itself sinful. Jesus suffered and was without sin, showing us how to suffer. He poured out His heart to His Father in the Garden of Gethsemene, and I take great comfort in the fact that God said "no" to His own Son when Jesus asked that the cross be taken away. If God could love His own Son and say "no," then God's "no" to me doesn't mean He loves me any less.

The key to Jesus' response to suffering is found in 1 Peter 2: "But if you suffer for doing good and you endure it, this is commendable before God. To this you were called, because Christ suffered for you, leaving you an example, that you should follow in his steps. 'He committed no sin, and no deceit was found in his mouth.' When they hurled their insults at him, he did not retaliate; when he suffered, he made no threats. Instead, he entrusted himself to him who judges justly." Instead, he entrusted himself to him who judges justly. That is the key! It reminds me of John 13:3, "Jesus knew that the Father had put all things under his power, and that he had come from God and was returning to God..."

Jesus knew who He was and where He was going. He perfectly trusted in His Father. If we truly know who we are and where we are going (which we can know, as Romans 5-8 and many other Scriptures teach us) and if we perfectly trust our Father because we know that He alone is our greatest pleasure and reward and wants to give us Himself, we can also endure suffering. What else do we have to lose?

Philippians 3:8-11, "What is more, I consider everything a loss compared to the surpassing greatness of knowing Christ Jesus my Lord, for whose sake I have lost all things. I consider them rubbish, that I may gain Christ and be found in him, not having a righteousness of my own that comes from the law, but that which is through faith in Christ--the righteousness that comes from God and is by faith. I want to know Christ and the power of his resurrection and the fellowship of sharing in his sufferings, becoming like him in his death, and so, somehow, to attain to the resurrection from the dead."

Laura said...


Your photo looks beautiful over at HCB :)

And I WANT to meet you too! Wouldn't it be lovely to have a great big bloggy friend sleepover some day? And we can all hold your little one in our arms while your tired ones rest...because the baby will be too young to leave mamma, and we must have you with us?

I understand this post with my whole heart. I was just asking God today, Why is it that the things I want reallyreally bad, You always keep from me?

But, I, too, know it is about His care. He loves me too much to let me hurt sometimes, and sometimes that is the very remedy.

You are a beautiful, dear heart.

This ramble is over :)

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