Once upon a time, sabotage had been my middle name. I’d traded in the power of grace for the seductive whispers of satan.
Perfect job? Check.
Decent commute? Check.
Meaningful friendships. Uh-huh.
Spiritually-healthy church? Undoubtedly so!
But I assumed that I needed to venture off, that I needed to start my life over again in a distant state because my relationships were in disarray. Bad idea. I lost money from moving expenses. My daughters were hardly befriended. And running away had hardly healed my deep-seated turmoil.
I returned to my hometown with my tail between my legs—a lesson learned indeed. I had to reestablish a teaching career that was months shy of full tenure.
The Divine Alloy offered His still voice–I blatantly ignored meaningful advice. I anesthetized my pain with wine—just enough of a buzz to cope with awful choices. I was the captain of my soul. My pride had navigated the stormy ocean and sadly Leviathan tightened his grip around my ankles and pulled me under.
Is sabotage calling? Is the allure of a seemingly straight path beckoning?
Could you be disrupting a life-plan on account of your erratic or impulsive feelings?
Consider the woman who suffered for eighteen years with a disabling spirit:
She was bent over and could not fully straighten herself. When Jesus saw her, he called her over and said to her, “Woman, you are freed from your disability.” And he laid his hands on her, and immediately she was made straight, and she glorified God, (Luke 13:11-13)
My feet have tread upon uneven paths of enticement where spiritual deception rendered me: bent and broken and bruised.
I’ve left the straight and narrow, for the disabling bent of satan’s lies.
Self-sabotage disables the gifts and talents that God deposited into your DNA.
Sometimes our own fear causes our disruption. We understand the concept of grace—that it covers a multitude of sins. Yet we let our flesh override the Divine Alloy within.
Not too long ago, Christ—The Divine Excavator saved me from self-sabotage. He replanted my feet once again on the straight and narrow. He re-gifted me with a vibrant teaching gig. He restored hurting relationships. He healed the broken and empty places. Christ healed the disabling spirit within me. He straightened my willfully crooked disobedience.
Malleable Heart—never forget that by yielding, Christ, our Divine Excavator reshapes us.
His unfathomable love simply asks for our fully-surrendered hearts.
Place Unmet Needs at The Cross
Ready to re-establish your footsteps? Your career? Your future soul-mate? Your disabled relationships? Hurt or offense? Disillusionment?
Your willful obedience will cancel out detrimental self-sabotage. That’s God’s promise to you!