My eyes work as they should. I live an independent life. I drive myself to the store, to doctor’s appointments. I drive four children to school every morning, read in my Bible, check out blogs and go about my day, needing no one’s assistance.
I see my boys’ smiles as they tromp through the door at the end of a school day. I cook meals for us without fear of burning my hand by setting it in the wrong place
That’s my physical life.
There are times when I am blind in my spiritual life. I think I know which way I should go, so I move in that direction. Only to hit a wall that leaves bruises on my heart. I walk forward, sure I’m heading in the right direction and tumble down spiritual stairs.
I am a woman who does “independent” well. The older I grow, the more I realize this isn’t necessarily a gift. When I walk independently of God, I distance myself from the One who knows the path I need to take. When I rush forward, certain of my course, I usually discover too late I veered onto the wrong track.
But I like my independence. Who wants to be forced to rely on another—to give control of their lives to someone else?
My supposed independence leads me to a lot of heartache. Disappointment.
Is it so bad to depend on someone else to guide me?
Not if that Someone is one I can trust. I trust Him because I know His character. And that He loves me perfectly, passionately and completely.
As I face situations with our boys, sometimes I have no clue what will reach their hearts. What will bring them out of their willful place and into a soft-heart place, where they are receptive to training and truth.
I’m learning to slow down, and ask for wisdom from the Wisdom-Giver. The One who crafted these boys from the womb. The One who knows the plans He has for them. And He knows what these boys need so they’re ready to walk out that plan.
As I grow in my relationship with my husband, we face trials. Uncertainties. When he’s going through a difficult time, I need more wisdom than my finite mind contains. I must depend on the Lord to give me what I need to encourage my husband.
To walk through life’s trials well.
Sure, I can walk this all out in my own strength. But I’ll inflict bruises on those hearts and lives that matter most to me if I do.
Yeah, being dependent on another is hard. No question. But, when it comes to being dependent and knowing peace in the midst of it, or being independent and walking distant from God, I’ll choose dependence any day. I know I can trust Him to give me all that I need for each situation I face.
All I have to do is ask.
What about you? How do you respond when you have to depend on someone else? What wisdom do you have to offer when it comes to depending on others?