Shame overwhelms and beckons to sit in its companionship. It counts on forgetting that we are liberated and are offered a seat somewhere else. Lack of life experience and deceitful voices threaten to let us find identity in a dark, unfulfilling place.
Young adulthood involves a daily encounter with trial and error. Recognizing our humanity, in all its beauty and imperfection. How do I rebound from bad judgement? Where is my worth rooted?
Walking my newly adult children through mistakes is gut wrenching. Their pain becomes mine. I enter into it with vulnerability. Stories never before disclosed become places of understanding the gifts of mercy and grace. I’ve been there. We all have. Our connection doesn’t excuse consequences but it enlarges the lens through which he sees humanity. We hurt ourselves and others. But God doesn’t let those realizations claim the last word. Belovedness knows no boundaries.
“I’ve never quit loving you and never will.
Expect love, love, and more love!” (Jeremiah 31:3. The Message.)
It overwhelms the senses and silences the voices that attempt to define value in other ways. As we talk, restoration transpires. Hope lingers in the air.. May transformation carry him forward. Again and again.