Girl you ARE a gift!

Okay, the last time we talked about our characteristics, both good and bad, that we feel that we have.

As I told you in our previous coffee and cookie chat (hoping that the guys had their ears to the wall, listening in), I felt from my upbringing that I had developed some pretty strong traits that were not really working for me.

Because of my lack of a present father, I had no clue who a father is or what a father has to offer?  Everything in my experience had taught me that men were never there for us when we needed them.  This just reinforced those characteristics that made it next to impossible to relate to a man.   Trust?  You gotta be kidding!

Every woman in my home had had to make it on her own abilities and fight for everything she had. 

Moving fast forward, I had just broken off with a second person in my life, the one whom I thought would be my lifetime partner.  I had done it all…  everything we are taught as girls to do. I was ever so accommodating.  I was just the perfect little angel…the role model we are trained to become as a woman with a man.   One problem: I was growing up, and those traits of self-preservation raised their heads the moment that I felt that I had been treated wrongly for the last time.  Granted, it took a lot, but this WAS the nail in the coffin.  He suddenly had this woman on his hands that he did not know how to handle.

I went to my Mother’s church with my heart in my hands, broken again.  I had had two different men, two different personalities, but the same outcome?  How could that be?  I realized, or shall I say the Lord let me in on, what the problem was.  No, He didn’t blame me.  I thought He would too, since I was the common denominator in all of this equation.  I had been drawn to a type of spirit that was definitely not the God kind.  May I say, I also was with non-believers, and they had no desire or upbringing to even want this lifestyle I had known growing up.

The sermon at church this night was called Holey, Wholly, HOLY!  Boy did that ever fit.  I was filled with holes in my being.  But this was the beginning of what was about to change the entire course of my life.  As the years went on, the Lord continued to take me by the hand, and HE began to develop each part of my life. 

This is the biggest point of it all.  Once you come to him asking for help, broken and wondering “what is wrong with me?”,  He kneels down like a father would to a toddler, to where you are, eye level, holds out his arms, and waits for you to run into them.  Please remember, if there was more to a formula to get to God, other than what Jesus said, through Him, He would have told us.  But he meets us right where we are.  No formula, no long hours of prayer, pleading, church every Sunday, behaving the way YOU think He wants you to act.  You must try to understand that it is a heart issue.  He knows who you are and He knows when your heart hurts.  I experienced this first-hand. 

Then God began to earn my trust, (YES, He came to me and showed me He was going to earn my trust).  How loving is that?  Anyway, as I did this, He began to mold me, tenderly and lovingly, into the woman that I didn’t even know existed.  She is definitely not the same as when she went to the service that night.  Then, He developed the next part of the sermon of my life… Wholly. 

I turned from being this hurt, wounded, ready to pounce and take you out woman (after all wounded animals will do that to protect themselves), to being the woman in my husband’s corner. 

You see, the Lord turned that fight in me into something good.  I still had character flaws from my past hurts when Paul and I got married, believe me.  However, I trusted this loving Father  with every part of my life, and I knew he had given me to this man.  I have to take that responsibility extremely seriously.  Instead of seeing through the world’s eyes and what the world would say in a situation, and wanting to judge him or to think this or that is a serious fault or flaw, I know what I am to do.  You see, we wrestle NOT with flesh and blood and if you don’t raise up your back and attack the enemy, he will tear your life apart as many times as you allow it.  As long as you cooperate with Satan and allow him to talk you into his agenda, then he has gotten what he wants.  Then, it is just a matter of time before he rips your husband then comes for you, AGAIN.

We are intercessors for our husbands.  We are the ones who guard their hearts.  We are the ones who can talk with him and change his mind, when no one else can.  Again, as I mentioned in the previous article, Satan knows this as well, even as far back as the garden, and that is why he approached Eve. 

By being this other part of your husband that completes him, you are the Father’s gift to him.  Who else is going to do all this for him?  Also, keep in mind that your husband is protecting you and loving you as Christ loved the church.  It comes easy for him when we are walking up into the Holy of Holies (the third part of that sermon) as daughters of the King and saying “Daddy?  My honey needs you right now”.  Then our loving Father wraps you up in his arms and says, “I got his back”. 

 I don’t know about anyone else, but I am BLESSED to have had the Father show me how wonderful it is to have me in my husband’s corner.  I’m bad to the bone!.   Satan don’t won’t to mess with my man!

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