Freedom can be scary.
Fear, shame, and living with a caged spirit can become comfortable and familiar, albeit dysfunctional friends. They harbor viruses of fear and shame-based thinking that constantly seek to infect our souls, spirits, and emotions.
To make the choice to trust in the promise to be free–to fly when we’ve never flown, to trust when we’ve never trusted, to become who we’ve never been…is scary.
Take a deep breath, find a comfy spot, and let me tell you a story of a girl who learned to fly…
Do you trust me?
“Do you trust me?” the father asked his daughter. “Do you trust that I love you and would never ask you to do anything that would hurt you?”
The young girl grimaced. Unsure of her response, she turned away and tried to burrow her head deep under the covers of her bed.
“I don’t know Daddy, I just don’t know! I want to feel better, but I hate that stuff! It is so yucky! It makes me feel worse! Don’t make me take it Daddy, please don’t make me do it!”
“But sweetheart, you need to take this to get well. I promise you this medicine will make you better. I promise you! Can you trust me?”
Cowering under the heavy quilt, her body weak and exhausted from battling affliction, she began to cry. Sobs racked her weakened frame as she wailed and pleaded, “Please Daddy, please, I can’t do it! I don’t want to take that medicine! I’m afraid!”
He placed his hand on her dampened forehead and wiped the tear soaked strands from her eyes. Placing a gentle finger under her chin, he lifted her head to look at him and her eyes met his…
“I love you…I love you, my precious child. You are so special to me.”
Tears flowed from his loving gaze and mingled with her own.
“I love you more than you can ever know…more than anything! I know you don’t understand what is happening to you. I know you are afraid. I know it hurts. Let me help you sweetheart…please let me help you.”
A desperate cry welled up within her. Throwing her arms around him she sobbed into his shoulder.
“Help me Daddy, please help me! I don’t want to be sick anymore. Really, I don’t. I’m sorry I’m so afraid. I just don’t know what to do! Please help me Daddy!”
He patted her head gently and rubbed her back comfortingly as he waited patiently for her sobs to diminish. He raised a tissue and dried her tear-stained cheeks and quieted her sniffles.
Whispering softly, he said, “I love you…I love you…Can you trust me now sweetheart?”
Her lip quivered and her body gave up one last shudder. Her head gave a little nod as she cast her gaze down and then back up to his.
“Yes, Daddy, I trust you,” she mumbled.
He lifted his right hand, opened his palm, and held out to her the medicine that would make her well.
“Take this my precious child. It will make you better. It may make you feel different for a little while. You may have to keep taking it longer than you want to, and you may have to not spit it out when it tastes bad. I know you are afraid and you aren’t sure it will work. You don’t even have to believe, my daughter, just trust me…Take this, and I promise you, you will be set free!”
Her delicate fingers trembled as she gingerly picked up the first piece he offered her. Holding him in her gaze and receiving again his assurance, she placed it to her lips and swallowed it as quickly as she could. It was an unfamiliar taste, bitter, yet sweet, and she suppressed the urge to gag. A strange calm flooded her and, completely spent, she collapsed in her Daddy’s arms again and rested there until she fell asleep.
He held her close, caressing her hair and cradling her in his loving arms. He savored the quiet rhythm of her breathing and the beauty of the softness and innocence reflected in her face.
“You are so precious to me,” he bent down and whispered in her ear. “I love you so much!…you will feel better now, my daughter… I promise you I will never leave you. I know how much you have suffered. I’m so glad you trusted me…everything will be okay now.”
He gently kissed her forehead…“I promise you…I promise you, sweetheart, it will set you free!”
“You will know the truth, and the truth will set you free.” John 8:32 (NIV)
The prayer of my heart for you–may you crawl into the loving arms of your Abba Father, open the Living Word and eat… and may the truth set you free.
Copyright Linda Crawford, Do It Afraid, 2012. All rights reserved.