It’s funny, everyday I’m constantly reminded of how much I need Him and just when I get a little to independent thinking I’m ok on my own, I get reminded real quick. Though my goal is not achieving that separation from Him, I’m human and there are times my flesh sure does try.
You know, I have been thinking a lot about that dependency and what it really looks like. So often I hear people say, “That is great they found Jesus, they really needed it…something to get away from the parties, drugs, alcohol, abuse, pain, etc.” I mean, I know I have said that before…
Really though, who are we to think for one second that we are better than a drug addict, an alcoholic, a prostitute, an abuser, or a murderer? Are we that egotistical that we can honestly think there isn’t just one little issue of our own in the way of greatness?
What about the successful family man who is so bound by so much fear that his focus is bringing in money and he forgets the little things in life? What about the husband who encourages his wife to have fun with the girls at a strip club because he thinks he’s giving her freedom when in reality lies are being planted, making him more inadequate to her, which neither of them see is happening? What about the mom who was covered in rejection and control as a little girl and therefore carries that to her daughter making her never feel beautiful or skinny enough until she looks good because she now has an eating disorder, but mom can’t see that part? What about the little girl who never had a good father figure and is crying out for love from a male figure, because we were designed to be loved by our daddies? What about the girl whose father passed away or left and gets fake boobs, botox, and wears tight clothes to feel a sense of worth, while all along men think it’s hot, encourage it, and the rest of us women call her a slut? What about that girl that you always thought had confidence and had it all together, all the while she just held it in as a way of controlling her circumstances, when in reality has pain lingering in her heart?
Written out and read, it may sound dramatic, but I challenge us to look inside and evaluate our own lives. Is having freedom worth it? Can we just be vulnerable and messy for a moment and stop worrying about what “they” will think of us? Because I guarantee when “they” see our freedom, their heart will cry out for the same thing.
You know, I actually think there is something for us to take note of in drug addicts and those alike. I would venture out to say at least they are searching for healing. They are simply trying to get rid of that rejection, inadequacy, fear or pain in the same we use pride to cover it up…. It just looks a little different.
It’s nothing close to weakness to need the Father who created us, in fact, it is the closest thing to strength I know of. He can give our families far more than we can, give our hearts a greater sense of belonging than any man or woman could ever imagine, and fulfill every part of our soul that longs for completion. We were created for the beautiful paradox of “dependently free!”


























