I believed for years that God loved me more than He loved other people.
Of course I didn’t say so.
But I thought He cared about me more because
I wore the right clothes
I listened to the right music
I read the right books
I talked to the right people
I even ate the right food.
Surely He must be pleased.
What I didn’t realize was that my view of what was “right” was skewed. Horribly skewed.
I wore the clothes someone else–not God–said were right.
I listened to the music someone else-not God–said I should listen to.
I lived a life dictated by what someone else–not God–said to do.
I didn’t know I was in this bondage. It was all came from a heart that simply wanted to do right.
Besides, it all looked so godly.
But in my zeal, I followed God the quick and easy way… by living someone else’s set of rules.
It’s been a few years since I’ve been involved with the groups that taught me such severe formulas as the way to God. I’ve been crawling out of a pit of legalism for a while.
But I didn’t realize just how many of those harmful thought patterns I’ve still carried with me.
Last weekend, I spent a few days with women who were nothing like the former version of me. In fact, the formula life was a completely foreign idea to them.
They loved the Lord. They walk closely with Him. They know His heart.
The former version of me would have looked down my nose at these women. Because they don’t even know about the rules.
Instead, the new version of me was refreshed, encouraged, restored.
Because these are the women who have discovered the simplicity of the heart of God. And the new me wants to find that beautiful, trusting spirit.
I wish I’d never learned all the rules.
Because the truth?
Jesus doesn’t give a complicated, rule-filled formula for knowing Him.
And unlearning the formula is much harder than finding and following it.
Jesus loves me
This I know,
For the Bible
tells me so…