06 September 2014

The Meaning of Life

What is this life about? Why was I put here on this earth? What really matters? All these questions relentlessly haunt me as I reflect back on my life and wonder where the time has gone and where my passion for living has dissipated to. I’ve become so tired of fighting this deadly disease when the truth of the matter is I was never created to fight alone, so why do I so adamantly try? Each day I tell myself it will be different; tomorrow I’ll let God have control, but it seems my flesh only creeps back in, clinging desperately to control. Deep down in my heart I want to be free from this misery, yet a part of me still believes I don’t deserve anything morethat pain is the result of my imperfection and unworthiness. Honestly, moments without pain and suffering scare me to death, as my flesh has become so accustomed to torture that life without it seems wholly unnatural. As twisted as it may sound, pain brings comfort to my afflicted flesh, convincing me I am safe and only receiving what I deserve. So, in all sincerity, I’ve been runningunreservedly runningfrom what I know God has called me to do: to surrender. Why is surrender so hard? Maybe it’s because my flesh still doggedly cries out for control, hesitant to give it ALL up, which is exactly what He has called me to do; all my dreams, plans and ambitionseverything. That’s why I’ve been running: because I don’t want to give it all up, yet my trivial mind fails to realize that once I give up all these fleeting and superficial desires, I then make room for even bigger dreams to abide. But what could be better than my own desires, my flesh persistently wonders. I believe God has not called me to have all these answers, although my flesh demands them with wholehearted aggression, because stepping out in blind faith requires trustthe hardest thing for my flesh to do. After being abused and taken advantage of, my flesh barbarically runs away from all situations requiring trust because it is simply too painful to face. But, I can’t spend my whole life running. I believe I have been called to more than this, no matter how rigorously my flesh clings to the comforting sensation of punishment and pain. I was not meant to despise foodthe very thing that sustains lifeor torture myself with the comforting sensation of starvation. My body was not intended to endure this unshakable persecution, no matter how much my flesh argues otherwise. I was not intended to be defined by a number, which is exactly what has happened; my flesh desperately clings to a fading number for its identity, which is never enough; the number is never low enough and only leaves me depressed, hopeless and absolutely miserable. The more I allow myself to restrict, the more food terrorizes and haunts me, becoming my greatest enemy. I’m tired of fighting this battle on my own and running from God’s plansplans I can’t yet see but desperately believe are better than my own, which simply leave me empty and broken. This week has been especially hard as I’ve watched what, according to my own selfish and prideful desires to be seen, was my greatest ambition and fought so hard to make happen suddenly occurring for others; why didn’t they have to give up their dreams but I must give up everything, my flesh cries out in agony? The heart of man plans his way, but the Lord establishes his steps (Proverbs 16:9). God has been teaching me that a life glorifying my fleshly abilities is no life at all but instead the path to misery; I was not created to get through life on my own, which only leads to pride and selfishness, but rather to surrender alleven my greatest dreams and ambitions in order to find something abundantly greater. For by grace you have been saved through faith. And this is not your own doing; it is the gift of God, not a result of works, so that no one may boast (Ephesians 2:8-9). I was not created to bring glory to my flesh, but to God’s miraculous power; I was created to pour out His love and live a life of unselfishness, worship and service, which is the exact opposite of what my flesh so adamantly desires. My flesh longs to be seen and admired, but God has called me to instead be defined by His lovethe one thing that doesn’t change, no matter how persistently I run away from it. I am not defined by my achievements, failures, appearance or anything of this momentary life, but instead by Who I belong to. No matter how much my weight drops, it’s never enough, but to God I’m enough simply as I ambroken and beautiful. I no longer want to spend my life a slave to the opinions and approval of this narcissistic world, which is meaningless and forever unsatisfactory but rather to be fully surrendered to the King of the Universe, which is what I was created for.

Or do you not know that your body is a temple of the Holy Spirit within you, whom you have from God? You are not your own, for you were bought with a price. So glorify God in your body (1 Corinthians 6: 19-20).

The end of the matter; all has been heard. Fear God and keep his 
commandments, for this is the whole duty of man (Ecclesiastes 12: 13).

Everyone who is called by my name, whom I created for my glory, whom I formed and made (Isaiah 43:7).

And be found in him, not having a righteousness of my own that comes from the law, but that which comes through faith in Christ, the righteousness from God that depends on faith that I may know him and the power of his resurrection, and may share his sufferings, becoming like him in his death (Philippians 3: 9-10).