Wednesday, February 13, 2013


Can you see? The process is beginning - the leaves are not as vibrant as they once were, dark green against an endless blue back-drop. If you look closely, you will spot a few sprinkles of brown scattered through the branches.

It is time. Since last spring they have clung tenaciously through gusting winds, scorching sun, freezing nights and battering storms - the towering oak clinging to them, giving them life. But it is time, and now she will begin a season of letting go. Slowly, inexorably, the color will drain, their grip will loosen, and they will fall to the ground. Just a few at first and finally they will come down in a crinkly shower of brown.

In no time at all new life begins to form in the empty spaces - fresh and green - that indescribable shade of new. Without the dying of the old, there would be no place for the new. They cannot co-exist; they cannot take turns, the old there for a few days changing places with the new every now and then.

I am undergoing this process. It is not an easy one.

I was in the second grade. We moved a few months into the school year, and I was the new kid. Shy and quiet - desperately wanting to be liked. I was all alone in the girls' room when a few of the other girls came in. They didn't know I was there. I heard them talking about "her."  They thought her stuck-up and conceited. She didn't even talk to anyone. They were talking about me.

Their words slammed into my seven year old heart and left a wound that has never quite gone away. I've carried it around with me for nearly sixty years - that heart that yearns for the approval of others. The one that  longs to belong, to be well thought of, to be part of the "in" crowd. In all honesty, it was there long before the words in an elementary school restroom were spoken - a part of my DNA.

It seeped into my relationship with the Lord - this striving to please, to be good enough so that this huge God would look at me and be pleased. In my own skewed estimation, I simply never measured up. And still I clung to the old - to this trying.

Gently, the Father, works in our hearts to make all things new, but there are times when only drastic measures will get the job done. There are times we must be broken, die to the old, so healing can come and something new born.

I have been broken in recent months. There has been rejection; there have been words spoken, cutting right to heart of the matter. The striving to please, the need to be well thought of, the compulsion to prove myself right all began to tremble under the pressure of what is true. I felt it all falling to the ground.

I come broken into this season. Broken but filled with peace. He is making all things new. I come with open hands, releasing the need for the approval of others into the hands of the One whose approval is the only one worth having. He tells me there is nothing I need do to make Him love me more. He loves me.

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  1. Hushed by this ...


    You speak straight into my heart.

  2. Miss Linda - that seven-year old you? I'd like very much to be her friend.

    (Wait a wild monkey minute! I already am 'cause she's part of you. Today. The woman you are on this day.) ;-)


  3. So beautiful, and so true...Thank you for sharing, Linda...praying God's comfort for you during this season.

  4. Yes ... tears. You are such a beautiful person with a beautiful heart.

  5. Thank you for sharing this story, Linda. If we are honest, I think most of us can relate. And oh, how the Lord continues to show us these cracks in our hearts that we will open them wide to Him. I love you, sweet friend.

  6. Oh linda...this is beautiful...I am so glad that no matter our age He longs to come and set us free...I long to run more free the older I get...I really think it is the advantage of age...leaving the old behind and be made new. blessings in this season

  7. I totally understand! But I think my need for approval is greater now, in the sunset of my life, than ever before. I feel very rejected at times by some women.

  8. Thank you for sharing. I am so thankful that He heals the brokenhearted. Giving Him my pieces today. Hugs

  9. It so true about the dying of old for the new. So hard to let go and embrace the pain of birthing the new...seems like I do it every day. .But are we not called to die daily--to die to ourselves every day so the fullness of Christ can live in us? It is okay to admit I wish this part of living were more seasonal??

  10. Such insightful have a lovely heart and I am praying that God will bless abundantly where new life is blooming.

  11. I relate to your shy 7 year old self...carrying those hateful words through your life. May the songs he is singing over us of joy wash those negatives away forever! Thanks for sharing! -Pam

  12. Such a good word Linda, your post is filled with wisdom and grace.

  13. I can relate with the old oak tree. Holding on to things until I can hold no longer.

  14. I, too, know that feeling. He is at work and He loves! Thank you for sharing your heart here.
    Coming from To Tell His Story from the link on the right.

  15. Oh, sweet Linda.

    Thinking of that new spring life and how it's almost live oak season. Did you know it's literally the new life in the tree pushing off those old leaves and the yellow, wormy stuff, too? All to make room.

  16. Linda, so glad you linked with Jennifer and so glad she highlighted this post. You so often take what is rambling around in my heart and render it so beautifully with your words.

    I'm not so sure my hands are as wide open as yours in this season. But I'd like them to be.