Mommies, I have some things to say about our past. For those of us who were not very virtuous in our younger days. For those of us who have regrets. For those of us who, from time to time, remember a late night. A flashback. A short film of an earlier you. A rerun of sleeping with a married man. A dark memory when you had an out but didn’t take it. An episode of going home with a random acquaintance when you should have gone home with the friend you came with. A play back of you toying with lust. They were momentary connections. Where you passed out your inner beauty – – for free. You took a gamble on your purity. It is a rerun of someone that is not you today.
Mommies, it’s easy to black out the past with sacrificial motherhood. It’s easy to be who you are now as long as you don’t think too much about her. It’s easier to work really hard at Proverbs 31 rather than face the past. It’s easier to strive to redeem yourself rather than to look into your younger face. Looking back is painful. In light of who you are now, the replay stings. It is easier to be busy about your motherhood. Easier to be busy about pouring yourself into what is worthy. Easier than the pain.
Mommies, redeeming yourself is futile. Forgetting the younger, less wise, woman is not humanly possible. She’ll pierce you in a quiet moment. She’ll take her spot as a little dark mole on your pink, prospering heart . . . despite all that you are now. She’ll hold you back from your gifts. There will be something about you that senses you are still less than the more you have grown to be. There will be something about your growth, your flowering. Just when the bloom is about to reach its most beautiful point. The bloom will be one ray of sunshine short of fullness. It’s her. You can’t black her out.
Let God take her into His Hands. Repent. You may have been saved for years. You may have been saved when you still were behaving like her. Repent now. Give her up. She’s so eighties or nineties, or just plainly, yesterday. The dark spot on your heart. God wants to fill it with His life and His love. He died for that mark on your heart.
When I kept silent, my bones grew old Through my groaning all day long. For day and night Your hand was heavy upon me; My vitality was turned into the drought of summer. I acknowledged my sin to You, And my iniquity I have not hidden. I said, “I will confess my transgressions to the Lord.” And You forgave the iniquity of my sin.” Psalm 32:3-5.
So I will restore to you the years that the swarming locust has eaten. . . You shall eat in plenty and be satisfied, And praise the name of the Lord your God, Who has dealt wondrously with you; And my people shall never be put to shame. Then you shall know that I am in the midst of Israel; I am the Lord your God And there is no other. Joel 2:25-27.
And it shall come to pass afterword That I will pour out my Spirit on all flesh; Your sons and daughters shall prophesy, Your old men shall dream dreams, Your young men shall see visions. And also on My menservants and on My maidservants I will pour out My Spirit in those days. And I will show wonders in the heavens and the earth. Joel 2:28-30.
Mommies, can you see what your great God wants to do in your heart? He wants to walk with you through old places. He wants to remove your pain. Fastforward the past so that He can perfect your bloom. It is the aftermath of your repentance that His great reward awaits. He died for that very mark on your heart. There was a price for your redemption. He paid it while you were still her. You only have to trade her in for you. And in His great wisdom, mommies, your new love story will be told.
4 thoughts on “A Not So Virtuous You . . .”
What a great reminder. I will be sending this to a few women I know that it will really minister to. You really did a great job of applying that Joel message to motherhood!
Love you girl!
Thanks Lynn. I can always count on you for encouragement!
Love this blog! So real!
Hey Denise. Love you girl!