When Jerome and I were married, his mom gave me something that was precious to him a long time ago: a security blanket. A pink security blanket. This morning at 4 a.m. I woke up Jerome and told him that I had a blog idea. (Can you believe he tolerates this? Neither can I.) I reminded him of his pink blankie and decided to push him a bit: "Do you suppose your parents were hoping for a girl?"
He laughed, of course, and said, "Even then I was man enough for pink.”(He also let me know in no uncertain terms that the blanket started off white.)
As the story goes, Jerome was so attached to his blanket that his mom had a terrible time getting him to give it to her so she could wash it. Eventually she had the idea to cut the blanket into pieces and wash one piece while he walked around with the other. This was the reason why his blanket, which we still have, is a mere 18 inches by 18 inches.
Jerome and his security blanket remind me a little about us and how we hang on to our past.
Every one of us, at one time or another, has had an issue that has brought us to our knees. For me, it was the tragic death of my brother. For you it may have been your parents’ divorce, your alcoholic relative, your own addiction, a serious ongoing medical issue, an absence of friends, depression, or lack of purpose. Every one of us has had an issue. No one seems to sail through life trouble free.
What really gets me is how we grasp on to these problems and hold on as if they were feeding us instead of holding us back. I’ll admit that these problems are really quite useful at times. When we have a hard time at work or make some kind of mistake relating to a friend or loved one, it’s handy to reach into our back pocket and pull out past hurts. Those hurts explain everything. They even vindicate us sometimes, helping us and everyone else to understand why we are the way we are.
The trouble with that is that we know we have a God who washes away even the dirtiest of secrets and deepest of sorrows. We know that when we come to Him in humility to express remorse for what we’ve done wrong or to express exhaustion for how we’ve suffered at the hands of someone else, He can wash all the gunk and grime off and give us new life. He can help us to start over, to mend friendships, to even change our own outlook. He is the God of miracles.
Yet in our confusing, human way, we hold tight. We give God the credit to forgive but not the control to take over.
Isn’t that getting old?
I wish that when we handed God our troubles, they would disappear from our memories, but they don’t. Jerome’s security blanket is packed away in our storage room in a Rubbermaid tub of childhood memories, but it’s just not as important as it once was. My brother’s suicide still haunts me at times, but more often than not, when I think of him, I think of his infectious laugh and all the ways I’m thankful he was in my life.
Instead of holding on to the tiny pink blanket of our fears, God wants us to reach out for Him, to hand our lives over. And that’s when new life begins.
“Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, the new creation has come: The old has gone, the new is here!” –2 Corinthians 5:17
He laughed, of course, and said, "Even then I was man enough for pink.”(He also let me know in no uncertain terms that the blanket started off white.)
As the story goes, Jerome was so attached to his blanket that his mom had a terrible time getting him to give it to her so she could wash it. Eventually she had the idea to cut the blanket into pieces and wash one piece while he walked around with the other. This was the reason why his blanket, which we still have, is a mere 18 inches by 18 inches.
Jerome and his security blanket remind me a little about us and how we hang on to our past.
Every one of us, at one time or another, has had an issue that has brought us to our knees. For me, it was the tragic death of my brother. For you it may have been your parents’ divorce, your alcoholic relative, your own addiction, a serious ongoing medical issue, an absence of friends, depression, or lack of purpose. Every one of us has had an issue. No one seems to sail through life trouble free.
What really gets me is how we grasp on to these problems and hold on as if they were feeding us instead of holding us back. I’ll admit that these problems are really quite useful at times. When we have a hard time at work or make some kind of mistake relating to a friend or loved one, it’s handy to reach into our back pocket and pull out past hurts. Those hurts explain everything. They even vindicate us sometimes, helping us and everyone else to understand why we are the way we are.
The trouble with that is that we know we have a God who washes away even the dirtiest of secrets and deepest of sorrows. We know that when we come to Him in humility to express remorse for what we’ve done wrong or to express exhaustion for how we’ve suffered at the hands of someone else, He can wash all the gunk and grime off and give us new life. He can help us to start over, to mend friendships, to even change our own outlook. He is the God of miracles.
Yet in our confusing, human way, we hold tight. We give God the credit to forgive but not the control to take over.
Isn’t that getting old?
I wish that when we handed God our troubles, they would disappear from our memories, but they don’t. Jerome’s security blanket is packed away in our storage room in a Rubbermaid tub of childhood memories, but it’s just not as important as it once was. My brother’s suicide still haunts me at times, but more often than not, when I think of him, I think of his infectious laugh and all the ways I’m thankful he was in my life.
Instead of holding on to the tiny pink blanket of our fears, God wants us to reach out for Him, to hand our lives over. And that’s when new life begins.
“Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, the new creation has come: The old has gone, the new is here!” –2 Corinthians 5:17