My life to this point has been a strange journey of intersecting paths. In some ways I have loved every moment. Learning. Growing. However, there have also been moments that I would have rather run over, skipped over, jumped over.
I have been back in my beautiful hometown for the weekend. I am quite sure that my mountains have missed me. One thing I know is that I have missed the loveliness that I am surrounded by while I am here. McCall’s crowning glory is its lake around which the town is centered. If you were to drive into town from the south, you would come up over a little knoll and suddenly the lake would be in your view. Each time I experience this picturesque panorama my breath catches and I am immediately transfixed by the sight.
This weekend we arrived just as the summer is taking her final bow and the autumn is making its arrival. Most things are still green and crisp, but every now and then a tree who has already put on its red or yellow colors peeks out. It many ways it is as if these little trees have been hiding a secret behind their green foliage and they cannot wait another second to share their beauty.
Time is a funny thing. It can give us fresh perspective on old situations. I will be the first to admit that high school was not my favorite time in life. I can remember just wanting to get out. To run away as fast and as far as I could. And so I did. For a long time, I didn’t understand the need I had to run. However, as the years have passed I now feel like I have a firm grasp on my adolescent feelings.
For the most part, in high school, people generally knew who I was at my core, that my faith was a huge part of who I was, and I even believe that I was well liked because of who I was. But, I felt much like the green leaves on a fall tree; like I needed to- had to, express the beauty that I held within, and I knew that at that time in my life, my small town of 2000 wasn’t the place I could do that. Thus, my move allowed me to grow and to change and to experience for myself my insides on the outside. How liberating and life changing this was for me. Now, instead of containing who I am within myself, I love to share with others; that I am who I am because I am “fearfully and wonderfully made.” (Psalm 139:14) I cannot wait to express the things that make my heart beat to those who will listen. I think for this very reason, now when I come “home” I am alive. Gone is the girl who was suppressed and hidden by the place that she lived. Instead, there is perspective, vision, and hope for the future revealed by the very place that once held me back.
In 1 Corinthians 4:2, Paul says, “Rather, we have renounced secret and shameful ways; we do not use deception, nor do we distort the word of God. On the contrary, by setting forth the truth plainly we commend ourselves to every man’s conscience in the sight of God.”
Paul is encouraging the people in the church at Corinth to not hide the Truth that is God’s Word. Rather to share it plainly. He wanted them to be bold in expressing who they were as a people of faith, holding nothing back, letting there be no question.
So, today, I encourage you today to look at your life. Who are you? Are you excited to share those things that make you “you” with others, or do you feel the need to hide it? Do you walk boldly forward in who you are? Are you letting your insides out?
(NOTE: I have recorded a companion video for this blog. You can find it here —> http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0ChXH5Zmp44 )