Remember that 1987 hit, the one by Taylor Dayne, ‘Tell It To My Heart?’ (I bet you’re looking it up now.)
It’s like most other catchy 80’s tunes with a sticky chorus that’ll have you singing for days…or, in this case, decades. Anyway, I break into song in random ‘doings’ of the day, mostly when I’m alone. Recently, up to my elbows in dirty dishes, this was my little chant.
It hit me.
As of late, I’ve felt a real sense of losing in life. Just not dealing well, ya know? I typically deal with things in my head. I love ideas and information and putting lots of ‘stuff’ up there and reading and asking questions and seeking answers.
And, I go to God.
I really DO. But, my heart has been so, so heavy. Somewhere between the head and the heart, things just got spacey. It’s maddening.
It came to a boil months ago. I had one of those hard conversations; you know, one of those ‘talks’ that are easy to put off, until you realize that they are inevitable. And it was GOOD. But it was HARD. And I was emotionally exposed.
No amount of head knowledge or wisdom or experience can lift a heavy heart. I know this because I tried. Out of sheer determination, I TRIED. I still couldn’t be free.
The heart. It’s like the emotional drum of the soul. Beat, beat, beating and longing and wishing and hoping and refusing to let go. I can decide in my head all day long NOT to be disappointed, hurt, or offended.
But….Ohhhh my heart. I can’t help it.
Now, there’s a point, if you’re spending time with God, when He takes you on something of a ‘picture walk’ of your life. You see glimpses of your story, and though details remain obscure, you can catch a theme. A vignette surfaces. And this is what I got:
Among the mental mess, I was just not good at letting God have His way.
I needed Jesus to ‘tell it to my heart.’ Not in a light-hearted 80’s pop melody, but in an unimaginable, greater way, one that I couldn’t have thought of myself. And He did and He IS.
Just days ago, in prayer, I thought about how I steep in emotions and linger to expectation and sadly, I end up creating my own heartache by doing so. Such a shame.
Then…THIS. It was as if I’d read it for the first time. A bold and powerful declaration from the Lord…
‘IF the Son has set us free, we ARE free indeed’ [John 8:36 – NIV]
I paid attention. I read it over and over, and I remembered the season we’re in and Jesus’s birthday and this most excellent promise in setting His people free by way of His Son. The message was extraordinarily personal ,which is the grace-way of God, isn’t it? He is perfectly intentional and individual in timing and how He speaks.
So, what ‘can’t you get over’ right now? What emotion is controlling you — claiming you? Because, sister, Jesus was born to set YOU free. And, nothing you go through – good or bad – will ever be more important than that.
It’s the greatest truth ever told to this girl’s heart.
Heavenly Father – your truth is our light, and you provide plenty of truth to live in. Yet, we find ourselves tied to the mundane & wandering around in darkness, held strong by things tugging at our hearts. Father, we don’t want to live this way.
This season & always, help us remember your one & only Son, Jesus. In Him, we have an established position. We are favored, forgiven, & free…through & through, indeed.