May 03, 2009

life is hard, then you die

There is a reason God wants me to confess. No, there are multiple reasons God wants me to confess.

1) Without confession, there is no admission of guilt. Without an admission of guilt, there can be no real change. Without real change, there is no hope of becoming who God calls me to be.

2) Without confession, I put up a fa├žade. Others believe my life to be “nice” or “happy” or “insert adjective here”, thus removing any chance of being a blessing to those who may struggle with the same difficulties as mine, making me fairly useless for God's purposes.

3) Confession keeps me humble. And, I guess a healthy dose of humility wouldn't hurt me from time to time.


4) Confession holds me accountable to the people who listen. And hopefully, those who listen will HOLD me accountable. (Though sometimes finding the right person to listen can be difficult.)

5) Confession teaches me discretion. Some things can be shared with the world, but some are for your ears only. By trusting other people with my dirty laundry, I learn the importance of keeping a confidence.

6) Confession reminds me that I am lost without my Savior.


The downfall in confessing is that you make yourself vulnerable.

The downfall in listening to someone else confess is that you make yourself responsible.

I wrote this several weeks back, but didn't ever post it. I decided to post it today because in the last few weeks, God has sent several people my direction, each of whom are going through a life circumstance similar to something I have gone through. I don’t know if I'm any help or not, but I listen and pray, and do my best to be responsible with the follow-up.

Also,
posting my “dirty emotional laundry” a few weeks back brought me encouragement from people and places I never expected.

Then this whole "obsessing about my compulsive sarcasm" thing has me analyzing myself and thinking about the whole realm of what it means to be an encouragement to others.


When Kevin whines about something I usually tell him jokingly, “Life is hard, then you die.” But it’s not really a joke. Life IS hard. And just when you think there is a light at the end of the tunnel, sometimes you find out the light is from an oncoming train.

But the one thing I do know for sure is: we aren't alone. Wherever we are, whatever we have been through, the world is full of people who have been and are going through the same thing. Even more specifically: wherever we are, whatever we have been through, the CHURCH is full of people who have been and are going through the same thing. THE SAME THING. We aren't alone. We aren't outcasts. We aren't failures. We are just human.

That's all. I hope you have had a wonderful day. :o)


4 comments:

Ashley said...

I know this wasn't a funny post, but this quote kinda made me chuckle:

"Life IS hard. And just when you think there is a light at the end of the tunnel, sometimes you find out the light is from an oncoming train."

I mean, it's true...but at the same time, if we didn't have the bad, we'd never really know how great the good is.

I love that I've found you as a friend, and I love that God showed me this wonderful church family by using you. I am so thankful.

Should you ever need an ear, I'd love to be it.

Sara said...

This is a good post! So insightful and honest. Thanks for sharing!

You have taught me about this!

Miss you.

OUR FAMILY... said...

You're right! "Without confession, there is no admission of guilt. Without an admission of guilt, there can be no real change. Without real change, there is no hope of becoming who God calls me to be."

This is why we should confess, not because we're airing our dirty laundry, but because it's the only way real change will take place.

I'm glad you decided to post this :-)

NinjaPrincess said...

Stephanie,
Thanks for posting this -- it's defnitely something I needed to hear. I struggle with number 2 a lot. I want people to see me as a person who has it all together, so I have a hard time admitting when I've blown it.

On a completely different topic, I thought for a bit last week that I might be pregnant. After day dreaming for a while about frilly dresses and bows (I only have boys!)and more than a few minutes of thinking "oh no!" my next thought was, "Hmmm...I wonder if I could airlift Stephanie to Illinois to be my doula." :)