Friday, May 08, 2009

A gift we don't want...

I'm reading a book called Conversations at the Girlville Diner and the author is sharing about her experiences. At one point she says "The gift I most often fail to recognize (or want to recognize) is the gift of pain. Pain is not something a sane person wishes for. It is gut-wrenching and soul-draining. Like it or not, I learn best when I hurt. When I stop shouting at God about my discomfort - when I tape my mouth closed and listen, I realize that pain can be a gift. God is a patient God. Despite my desperate pleas for an easy life and my blindness to the good in doing this His way, God continues to hang in there with me. He listens to me whine at each difficult pass in my road."

I never thought about pain this way. Yes, I know I learn more when I fail than when I succeed, but pain is so much more than failure. It is cutting... it is life altering... it is devistating at times. There is a song called The Cut by Jason Gray and the lyrics are so dead on. How can we become people that as painful as it can be, want this. Can we become "To live is Christ and to die is gain" kind of people? I want God's image to be cut into me so that I no longer see my pride and myself. I am thankful to have a God who wants this enough to do what it takes in me. He doesn't care as much for my comfort as He does my good and His Glory. Praise the Lord.

The Cut by Jason Gray

My heart is laid
Under Your blade
As you carve out
Your image in me
You cut to the core
But still you want more
As you carefully, tenderly ravage me
And You peel back the bark
And tear me apart
To get to the heart
Of what matters most
I’m cold and I’m scared
As your love lays me bare
But in the shaping of my soul
The cut makes me whole

Mingling here
Your blood and my tears
As You whittle my kingdom away
But I see that you suffer, too
In making me new
For the blade of Love, it cuts both ways
As You peel back the bark
And tear me apart
To get to the heart
Of what matters most
I’m cold and I’m scared
As your love lays me bare
But in the shaping of my soul
The cut makes me whole

Hidden inside the grain
Beneath the pride and pain
Is the shape of the man
You meant me to be
Who with every cut now you try to set free
Come Now Set Me Free
You peel back the bark
And tear me apart
To get to the heart
Of what matters most
I’m cold and I’m scared
As your love lays me bare
And Every day you strip me away.

With everydayYou strip more away
And You peel back the bark
And tear me apart
To get to the heart
Of what matters most
I’m cold and I’m scared
As your love lays me bare
But in the shaping of my soul
The blade must take it’s toll
So God give me strength to know
That the cut makes me whole
The cut makes me whole