Wednesday
Aug132008
Titles, Labels, and...Freedom
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Wednesday, August 13, 2008 at 8:41AM

Greetings, Dear Friends!
And to those visiting, I say welcome! I post every Wednesday and my sole purpose is to nourish your soul along the way.
Before I get into my topic, I have a little business to take care of. As most of you know, each month I give away a $10.00 gift card to someone who posts on my blog.
In celebration of my new release, "The Uncommon Woman"
...this month I'll be giving away a $50.00 VISA gift card to someone who posts on my blog.
Each week I'll post what it means to be uncommon and I want to hear from you! Share your own insights and perspectives. Lots of people visit this site and will definitely glean from what you have to share.
Now, on to my topic...
You may be wondering why I posted a picture of a couple of pairs of feet today. Well, I have a good reason!
Those feet belong to my husband Kevin and me (the big ones are Kevin's).
Let me tell you, I don't know another person who enjoys their feet like Kevin does. He loves his feet! In the morning when he sees his feet for the first time, he wiggles his toes and says hello as if he and they were long lost friends.
I envy him. :)
I have ugly feet. Or at least that's what I've thought all my life.
I can say this with a light heart now but when I was a child, my sweet father (whom I adore more than words can say) made a joke about my feet and his words left an indelible impact on me.
I remember it like it was yesterday. I was standing on the edge of the picnic table with all of my weight on my toes. I was getting ready to do a back flip off of the table (something my sisters and I did with some regularity).
My dad sat down at the table, looked at my gnarly feet, and said, "Yikes, you have ugly feet!..." He went on to say a few more teasing comments about my calloused feet as I went sailing through the air to complete my back flip.
He was simply teasing and meant nothing by it but for the next 30 years or so, I was convinced that I should hide my feet. Even now, I have such an appreciation for cute feet because right now, with a secure heart and mind, I can look down at my feet and say, 'You know, he was right. My feet are pretty gnarly looking!" But I can laugh about it.
What does this have to do with titles, labels, and freedom, and how does it connect with being UNCOMMON?
Of course, my 'ugly feet' story is a small and trivial matter in the face of the real issues and deep pain we all deal with.
Every one of us have been on the receiving end of words that shot like an arrow to the center of our souls. Without thinking too long about it, most of us can think of hurtful assessments and judgements that have left their mark on us. Furthermore, most of us remember many of our own words that we wish we could retract.
We can all think of past mistakes that still have the power to haunt us (unless of course, we've truly been set free from them).
And on the flip side, we can all think of certain titles, accomplishments, or associations that we have relied on to give us a certain sense of importance or validation. Often, we pursue 'titles' and 'position' to make up for the wounds and the lies that bind us.
Jesus was not impressed with position or titles, and He came to set us free from our past mistakes, hurtful words, and binding labels.
Here's an excerpt from "The Uncommon Woman"...
"Jesus came to destroy the evil hierarchy that exists in our world. The Bible says that He resists and distances Himself from the proud, but He gives grace to the humble. He draws near to and confides in those who love and fear Him. He confronts those who are impressed only with themselves.
"Consequently, the banners of title and position are not the solutions for someone burdened by labels accumulated from past hurts. They are merely substitutes for the true identity that Jesus offers. Covering up insecurities with accomplishments never turns lies into truths.
"What's wonderful is that Jesus came to take off the demeaning dunce caps that have been piled on our heads. He gladly peels off the scarlet letters that have been pinned all over us. Whatever we have been through, whatever we have done, whatever others say about us, Jesus can forgive it, heal it, rebuild it, and redeem it! He makes all things new." (pp.94-95)
It's for FREEDOM that Christ has set us free. Refuse, therefore, to be subject to a yoke of slavery, of lies, and of old words.
Embrace the beautiful truth about yourself. You're totally loved and completely provided for. You have everything you need to love and forgive others the way God Himself has loved and forgiven you. Be Free!
Until next week...
Reader Comments (22)
By the way, I bought a copy of your book for my sweet sixteen year old daughter. We will read a chapter silently and do the review questions together.I'm so excited about this, because I know how much your book impacted my spiritual growth.Thank you! ~Rebecca
He's up to something beautiful in my life. Why does that make me so scared?
I have been a real live Christian for almost 20 years... but I don't know when I have felt so messed up for so long. That plow hurts, Susie, and what makes it hard is that I can feel it in my chest, but I don't know why He's doing it... to what end?
Something beautiful? I was comfortable... why does He have to disrupt that? (I half-jest.)
I really thank God for your help. It would be so much worse without you.
Love you tons and tons,
Helen
Fortunately I had a lot of healthy affirmation from teachers and friends. And I had a relationship with a God who loved me and listened to me. Still, it took me more than four decades to overcome the stigma of being "selfish"—and I will always carry indelible affects of that label.
Out of my experience, one gift I give my children is to value what is important to them and to appreciate their need to have some of their spaces and some of their things to themselves, as they want them. Such a simple way to say "I love you," "I love who you are," and "What you need is important to me." When lessons about sharing, cooperation, and deferring to others need to be taught, it can be done in ways that acknowledge that childhood is a time of learning how to live with others and to care about each other.
Sticking up for oneself is a positive quality; it does not preclude caring about others, and it doesn't negate goodness. I'm blessed to have had opportunity to learn that truth, afterall. My precious Savior has loved me with an everlasting love and drawn me with lovingkindness. He promises to build me up again and that I will be rebuilt . . . Jeremiah 31:3-4
I am awed by His faithfulness.
Thank you so much for your post. It was good to be reminded how badly words can hurt...or even how lack of words can hurt.
I grew up never really hearing that I was appreciated or cared about and developed a low self-esteem. Add to that a cheerleading coach that told me I had to lose weight so that I could jump higher (even though I was really fit, you can't change your body shape!) I was lucky that I did not develop an eating disorder but I am conscientious about how I look even to this day.
Then, add to everything marriage troubles and you sure do have a recipe for disaster! Luckily, God has brought me to the place where I can be thankful for my suffering because I know that He is shaping me into exactly who He wants me to be. And I know that He loves me just the way that I am. His grace and love are amazing!
While reading, I was also convicted on the hurtful things I have said to my husband in the past. I have to remember that God will move no matter what, but sometimes I can slow His work down by letting my own selfish desires get in the way...and I need to watch what I say.
I bought your book yesterday and I am looking forward to reading it! I am trying to start a small group with my church, I was thinking about using the book for our first study. :)
This is also a good reminder to keep our own words in check as well, as we have so much power to hurt (or build up) through them. Another struggle I have noticed lately.
Thanks for posting this one...
Love you,Lisa
What wonderful words of freedom! Thank you for this reminder to hear what GOD has to say about me . . . instead of trying to make up for the disregard of others by driving to achieve.
I love Psalm 139's picture of how intimately God crafted each of us!
I wish I could take you out for coffee and talk your cute ears off!
Honestly, I can't tell a short story, unless I'm under extreme duress, but I do hope someday I can tell you the story in person...
God is so wonderful--AND HE LOVES ME SOOOOOOOO MUCH!
(My blog tells a big part, but not all of it.)
Love, Helen
(My older sis made fun of my flat feet, calling me "quack quack waddle waddle.")
I love you, Susie!
Kelly, OH
I laughed out loud when I read, "I can't tell a short story unless I'm under extreme duress." Hilarious.I'm thankful that you are responding to the work of the Lord in your life. He never disappoints. Blessings to you~