The Lesson (pt.1)
Here, is to young naivety and foolish searching; for though they seem to waist time and serve no purpose, they are still used of God in mighty ways to humble the hearts of those who chose the stubborn road.
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hello,
Hopefully neither of two things has happened. This email address is still current and belongs to Rich Buhler, and you have actually opened it instead of deleting it as spam. So if you have gotten this far, allow me to introduce myself.
My name is Lyndzey Walker (MJ for short) and I have been trying to track you down since last week. A pastor friend of mine gave me two of your books to read when I asked him to provide me with some literature on anger. First let me say that I wish I'd been given your book years ago. Second, thank you for letting God use you for His glory. Third, to be very blunt...I need help.
Without boring you with the details, lets just say that my life must have been your subconscious muse; either that or I just happen to have experienced what thousands of others have. Since I'm pretty sure the latter is most accurate, I'll tell you that God has brought me to a place where I either pull myself up by my pants and stop being a victim, or I let the world point at the "tattoo" on my forehead for the rest of my life. There is probably nothing I could say about myself that you haven't heard already, and most likely nothing you could convey to me regarding my past that hasn't already been tossed my way.
The reason I'm emailing you at all is because that while most people I've spoken with about my pains seem to have the same truths you do, they lack one thing I was hopping God instilled in you. It seems that when it comes to living in victory, most people just plain don't know how - they don't even know what it looks like; and frankly, I don't either. I am standing on a threshold of life here, waiting for the deal on the other side of the door to sweeten, and the whole time I've been standing here I keep asking myself what the heck I'm waiting for? The door has been opened, and the promises have been made. God is and has been faithful, and the light at the end of the tunnel is so close I can taste it. So why am I standing here waiting...when what is on the other side of the threshold couldn't get any better then it already is? I am afraid of risk. I am afraid of taking a chance and making the choice that leads to the failure that leads to the lesson that takes me to the feet of Jesus, where I learn to stand in Him and walk in His victory... and I am afraid of all this because I've never been there, and while where I am now is a living hell, it's familiar and seems ok compared to what it might take if I chose His way.
My name is Lyndzey Walker (MJ for short) and I have been trying to track you down since last week. A pastor friend of mine gave me two of your books to read when I asked him to provide me with some literature on anger. First let me say that I wish I'd been given your book years ago. Second, thank you for letting God use you for His glory. Third, to be very blunt...I need help.
Without boring you with the details, lets just say that my life must have been your subconscious muse; either that or I just happen to have experienced what thousands of others have. Since I'm pretty sure the latter is most accurate, I'll tell you that God has brought me to a place where I either pull myself up by my pants and stop being a victim, or I let the world point at the "tattoo" on my forehead for the rest of my life. There is probably nothing I could say about myself that you haven't heard already, and most likely nothing you could convey to me regarding my past that hasn't already been tossed my way.
The reason I'm emailing you at all is because that while most people I've spoken with about my pains seem to have the same truths you do, they lack one thing I was hopping God instilled in you. It seems that when it comes to living in victory, most people just plain don't know how - they don't even know what it looks like; and frankly, I don't either. I am standing on a threshold of life here, waiting for the deal on the other side of the door to sweeten, and the whole time I've been standing here I keep asking myself what the heck I'm waiting for? The door has been opened, and the promises have been made. God is and has been faithful, and the light at the end of the tunnel is so close I can taste it. So why am I standing here waiting...when what is on the other side of the threshold couldn't get any better then it already is? I am afraid of risk. I am afraid of taking a chance and making the choice that leads to the failure that leads to the lesson that takes me to the feet of Jesus, where I learn to stand in Him and walk in His victory... and I am afraid of all this because I've never been there, and while where I am now is a living hell, it's familiar and seems ok compared to what it might take if I chose His way.
*and so my spirit screamed to me that I his the paradigm just right and it's about to shift.*
posted by Spoken For at 5:51 PM
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