True Confession... I Am A Nudist!
I’m a nudist!
Well, not really. Although, I
wouldn’t mind being one if I could make myself invisible like in the cartoons.
The heat has been awful. If you live in Nigeria and you don’t agree with me on
the heat, then please can I be your new best friend? Can I move in with you for
a couple of weeks and experience your weather?
It’s been hot and the wannabe
nudist in me has just been bursting to come out and express itself. But grace
has kept me fully clothed. Moments when you question Adam and Eve… The garden
was good, why did you have to mess things up?
I longingly look at little
kids in vests and panties and I want to be them, I try not to stare too
wistfully at the stark naked ones, what joy they must feel on a hot hot sunny
afternoon.
But I am a nudist though, when
it comes to God, I am unashamedly delightfully a nudist. I rather bare it all;
I’d rather be real… folds, flaps, flats and all before Him. I’d rather come as
I am. No need dressing up for Him when He already knows it all. The weave comes
off, the wonder bra and the waist trainers goes off (no I don’t wear waist
trainers, but you get the gist) the butt lifting jeans and the heels come off,
the make up stays away. God doesn’t need us dressed up to come before Him. How
would He perfect us if we come before Him acting all perfect? He knows our
human nature is messed up, it needs more than fitting clothes, and it needs
daily surgery to fix all the sags, that’s why He chooses to perfect us Himself.
Presenting perfection when we really are broken within… how do we expect Him to
fix what we pretend is ok?
“God cannot change what you pretend to be”… Steve Furtick
Eh, no, I’m not asking you to
show up in church stark naked! Na, na, na… We would cast that spirit out of you
sister!… No, you don’t brother!
Coming before His presence,
stripped of all the religious charade as you spend time with Him in prayer, in
fellowship…
It isn’t facebook with God! I
have come to realize this. And so I drop the façade of perfection in His
presence. I am there as I am, me, the messed up one, the hurting one, the sick
one, lifting all my insecurities before Him, asking Him those deep questions
that release a floodgate of tears… And there before Him, nude in all my
humanity, His love is a soothing balm, giving me comfort from the heat, molding
me to be the perfect person that I acknowledge I’m not before Him, healing me
in places deep within that I dare not speak to anyone about. This is my God!
Try being a nudist…
spiritually that is. It’s perfection!
IntereSting analogy... Guess all things are plain before him already anywYs, so there's no point in fronting...
ReplyDeleteAmen! I think about this often though. Like He can totally see through every thought and intention so i just lay it bare
ReplyDeleteBeing authentic or transparent about your belief in the western workspace - that's the one i struggle with.
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