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Beauty For Ashes Sarah K Lewry
I watched as everything I once had held onto burst into flames. Those flames danced around, as if they knew how afraid I really was. I felt lost, broken and helpless. It seemed as if every single friend I once had had turned their backs on me. I had never felt so desperate in my whole life.
I remembered a friend I knew years ago, and wondered where He had gone. I cried out to him many times, and waited for His reply. I shouted, “Where are you, Lord? I am so afraid! Why have you gone away? Why have you left me here on my own?”
Finally, my friend spoke. “It is not me who has left you, my child. I am still here. The real question is: Where are you? Where have you gone?”
For some reason, the second my Savior spoke, my eyes were opened to the truth. I realized that I had fallen away from my friend, and more than anything, I wanted to be with Him again. “Lord, help me! I’m going to burn in these flames, Lord! I’m afraid! Please help.”
I was trapped on the top of a burning building called Self. I had tried to escape this building on my own, but no matter how hard I tried, I could not get away. I decided to cry out again. “Lord, save me. I don’t only want you to save me from the fire! Save me from myself! Save me from the person I’ve become. Please, Lord! Please!”
I heard a sound and looked below me. The building was almost completely in flames. In a few minutes, the building would collapse and it would be too late for me to be saved.
“Lord, I don’t want any of these things anymore. I don’t care about Self anymore. All I want is you. Help, Lord! Please, help!” When I became hoarse from shouting, my Savior finally relented. He reached out to me and asked, “Do you trust me?”
I wept and said, “Yes, Lord. I trust you. Please, save me.”
His enormous hand reached down and grabbed me effortlessly. When he set me down on the ground, I started weeping again. He looked at me, concerned. “My child, you are safe now. Why are you crying?”
“It was so scary in there. I thought I was trapped in there forever. It was awful, Lord! There were flames everywhere! There was so much smoke in there that I could hardly breathe. I thought I was going to die.” I wept for many hours.
While I wept, my Lord wrapped His loving arms around me and comforted me. Finally, he spoke. “My child, I know you were frightened. I know how you felt when you were in that burning building.”
“But where were you, Lord? I kept crying out to you. Didn’t you hear me? Didn’t you care about me? Don’t you love me?” I knew how much my unkind words were hurting him, but I couldn’t stop shouting.
I watched my Savior’s face. There was a look in his eyes that I had never seen before. He spoke again. This time, His words shocked me. “My child, I was in the middle of those flames. I know exactly what you were feeling because I have been there before. Don’t you remember what I did for you long ago, even before you were born?”
He pulled His sleeve up gently. I wept at when I saw a tiny scar on his wrist. I wept for the many years I had wasted trying to be someone I wasn’t. I wept for the pain I knew I caused my Savior when I had shouted those unkind words at him. But most of all, I wept for the pain my Lord bore for me on the cross. When was the last time I had thanked my Lord for dying for me? When was the last time I thanked Him for saving me from other fires in the past? I didn’t even remember. All I knew was that it was the perfect time to start thanking Him.
“Lord, you have given me so much. I have often taken what you did for me for granted. I have tried to run away from you when times were hard. I have even tried to give up on you. But through it all, you were still faithful to me. You never left my side. When I wept, you were weeping with me. When I sin, you always forgive me and accept me with arms wide open. I deserve your rejection and condemnation, yet you promise that I will never be condemned. You shouldn’t have died for me! You should’ve saved yourself.” I tried to break free from my Savior’s grasp, but he held on to me firmly.
“My child, I have already died for you. I have already saved you for your sins. I will never take back what I have already given you. I have already given you freedom and forgiveness. All you can ever do, my child, is accept what I did, with a heart of gratitude.”
I don’t know how long we stood there embracing each other. In my Savior’s arms, I felt safe, protected and loved. I didn’t ever want Him to let go of me. I wanted to stay there in His arms forever. Finally, He broke free from my tight grasp and said, “My child, I will still be with you wherever you go. Never forget that. Sometimes I will seem to be far away and impersonal, while other times, it will feel like I am so close that I am embracing you. I wish I could tell you that you would never have to go through something as painful as that again, but I can’t promise you that. All I can promise is that I will always love you, no matter what. And one day, I promise, the fires will be over. When that day comes, you will look back on these painful moments with a smile. You will forget the pain you had to go through during these moments. All you will remember is that I was with you in these times. It will seem as though I am letting go of you right now, but I will never let you go. Farewell, my child. I love you.”
I stood there for a few minutes, and stared at the pile of ashes that lay on the ground. That was all that was left of my selfish desires. I started cleaning up the ashes and began dreaming about what I could start building there next. I knew that God, and only God, was capable of turning ashes into something beautiful, but I had no doubt he could do it.
I have no idea how long I spent cleaning up those ashes. When I finally finished, a prayer of thanksgiving filled my heart. I was finally ready to start re-building. And this time, Christ would be the foundation.
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