I stood at the back watching, as 100 twenty somethings waved their hands in the air, jumping up and down with reckless abandon. A wave of emotion overcame me. We sang these words on repeat:
No sin too great, no pain too deep, no shame too real, that His love won’t heal.
In that moment, I knew it was true; not just with my head, but with my heart- I was convinced of it.
And as I cradled the revelation, I remembered God’s words:
Behold I am making ALL things new in you, Kailey- a BRAND NEW thing. I’m making streams of living water in the badlands.”
Not two months ago, I wrestled for hope on Easter Sunday– I was living in not anymore, but STILL not yet. Waiting. Hoping. Holding fast to faith in what God has promised me, but I still had not seen the fruit of.
Yes, I was changed, but I was not entirely new- I still carried scars on my heart like tattooed reminders of my pain and past. And if those didn’t remind me, shame would – it always does, my mind a constant battlefield.
And yet, here I was fully convinced that these words were true for me, personally: There is no sin of mine too great, no pain too deep, no shame too real, that His love can’t heal.
And like a thunderhold, I heard Him in the recess of my heart:
It is finished.
Then these words fell from my lips, like a prophetic declaration:
The old has gone and the new has come. I am entirely new in Christ Jesus. It is no longer I who lives, but Christ who lives in me.
In that moment I knew:
It was done- all the pain of my past healed, redeemed and made new! God had taken every ounce of hurt- the things that hurt me the most– and used them to recreate me from the inside out.
The things that should have killed me, remade me.
Not a patched up version of my old self, but an entirely new creation in Christ Jesus. I look, sound and act like an entirely different person – because I AM!!
I had just preached for 10 hours over the course of three days, and by golly, that woman WAS NOT THE OLD ME!
I am no longer a caterpillar in a cocoon, awaiting transfiguration, but a butterfly, emerged and ready to fly.
Friend, you can’t possible understand the gravity of that statement…
I have been living in that cocoon for over two years, in the darkness, awaiting the day when light would break through. Holding hope when it looked like nothing was happening. Trusting in the process even when it looked and felt like death. When it was uncomfortable, pressing in on me from all sides.
My cocoon was a test of faith and perseverance that matured me and built hope. And here I now stand a new creation.
In my newness, I am leaving behind baggage- the backpack I carried for years, like a penance to pay and protect: insecurity, striving, frantic and tired; the neglect of my soul and body- neither some possession that belongs to the spiritual part of me. I am a whole package, designed to love and be loved in unity- all of them deserving my care, attention and affection. If God can love and accept the whole package, so should I.
I have no notions this journey to flight will be easy – learning to walk out my freedom.
I know there will be days I’ll struggle and revert to old habits or thoughts, but through it all, I will ABIDE.
I will cling to Jesus as I learn to glide with grace.
Because I know who I am now- my identity no longer shaky or built on sand- who the world says I am.
I know who God says I am and that it is my lifebreath and song:
I am a warrior, a princess, a poet and a dancer.
… A warrior battling for myself and others to believe The One we belong to and who he says we are, in Him.
… A princess, beloved bride of the Only One who saves.
… A poet pouring out praises for all he’s done in me.
… A dancer, worshipping through movement- the breath of my body.
I am a writer and a speaker, but also a preacher; my voice is my gift to the world. God has called me to healing and deliverance ministry- something I’ve only just begun to taste.
The Holy Spirit will continue to lead me and guide me to truth that will set me free, so that others can be set free- to be who God created us to be, to walk out our callings, to Know Jesus and make Him known, to live wildly in His love and to love others the same.
Where I once doubted these things, I know them now to be true. Not true in some general, for somebody else sense, but all together true for me- my living reality:
God is able and he is trustworthy.
We can take him at his word.
He is powerful and our authority is found in His word.
Our God is good and he is working EVERYTHING out for our good.
What Satans means for evil, he will use for ultimate good- to show His glory and power- power to save, heal, love and redeem.
Because you can take the girl out of the goal-setting but not the goal-setting out of the girl, this is what I hope for as I walk out my newness:
- To leave a legacy of love and service, through simple, ordinary, every acts
- To have loved Jesus more than anyone and anything else in this world
- To have fulfilled my calling through faithful obedience, not necessarily quantifiable results
- To have lived a quiet life, keeping to my business and working with my hands
- For my daughter to know she is loved unconditionally, by me, her dad and Jesus
- For the world (more importantly my people) to see Jesus in me, finding that beautiful and attractive.
In one year, this is where I hope to be:
- To have experienced healing in my physical body, uniting it back to my soul and spirit
- A simpler life: less stuff, deeper relationships and more time with family, friends and Jesus
- Dancing again, running and yoga regularly, as well as, meditating
- My health concerns on the mend with new routines and choices that ease my issues and I enjoy
- Enjoying food and meal time again; uninspired and unmotivated to cook, a thing of the past
- Minimal, if no TV
- A spiritual mentor/group feeding, filling and challenging me
- Regular church attendance that feels organic, routine and anticipated, not obligatory or a struggle
- Rest as lifestyle
- Listening to my body and welcoming what it needs
Ps: You can bet I’ve added these to my #powersheets and revised my yearly goals.