I recently spoke at a woman’s conference and shared some very personal pain. After it was over many women expressed their thanks that I would tell such things from behind a podium.
Sadly, our churches can sometimes be a place where sharing personal failure is not a common occurrence.
The ladies also expressed surprise that I was facing such a crisis in my family and seemed so peaceful. “I read your blog every day” a few said, “and it seems like your life is perfect”.
My response was that I try to not only protect the privacy of my family and friends on my blog, but I also attempt to keep it a place that is although REAL, is encouraging and fun to visit. Honestly, I work to keep my OWN head and heart in peaceful places when I write here. It is my personal place of escape, adventure, telling fun stories and sharing ministry reports. My life is pretty much an open book—Good, Bad and Ugly. I am a very transparent person. I share my failures as easily as my success in effort to allow women to feel safe and unconditionally loved. My desire is to share the GOODNESS and FAITHFULNESS of God in every situation.
My last “Imagine Me..Redeemed, Restored, Renewed..Set Free” conference was in a small town in Georgia not far from where I grew up in Savannah. I drove up from Tampa with my dear friend and conference partner, Cheryl. A few members of our worship team, including Cheryl’s son, followed in a car behind us. Soon after slipping across the Fla/Ga line we started to see fields and fields of brilliant white.
“What is that stuff?” Cheryl asked.
“It’s fluffy Georgia cotton,” I replied as only a true Peach could.
I began to teach her everything I had learned as a child about Georgia Cotton and it’s harvesting.
She was delighted at the sight along with her son who blew his horn to let us know he wanted a Facebook photo.
Finally, on our way home from the conference, we could no longer resist. We stopped for a photo shoot and to gather some cotton to bring home. I knew mine would thrill my oldest G-Girl and be her next “Show and Tell” and Cheryl would take hers home to her youngest son who had stayed behind with Daddy.
After we got back in the car to restart our journey, Cheryl began to get spiritual truths out of the beauty of the cotton plants.
That is what happens.
When you are filled with God’s Word, surrounded by His Worship and hang out in His Presence, you begin to see everything through God’s Eyes.
That is the POINT. God WANTS us to see everything through His lenses and for His Glory.
We climbed back in the car with our fluffy goods and headed home. Cheryl sat in the passenger seat and began to spout out some things about the conference and the precious women we had been given the privilege of ministering to. She began to speak of God’s love and His creative hand on even the smallest elements of nature and life. She was enthralled with the natural beauty of the cotton balls. Pure and White, Soft and Fluffy, without bleach or chemical interference.
Her words were, “this cotton doesn’t have to TRY to be perfect or beautiful. It doesn’t have to TRY to be cotton. It just IS cotton. God created it to be beautiful with no effort of it’s own.”
Guess what sister; for all the attention God has given the Cotton plant…YOU are far more precious to Him.
You are beautiful just like you are. God cares about your past loss, your present pain and your future passion.
Do you believe it?? Tell me!