How Turning Over Your Life Is More Crucial Than Returning to Life as Usual

How Turning Over Your Life Is More Crucial Than Returning to Life as Usual

I called my Mama today. It don’t matter how long it’s been since she folded my clothes—sometimes I just need my Mama. I can’t feel her hands through the phone. I miss her. I need her, but her voice will have to be enough.

Affection is not something she lavishes, but if you come into her arms, she won’t be the first to let go. Over the last few years I’ve made a habit of dropping my head into her lap, hearing her maternal voice hush, “What’s wrong, honey?” And tears get permission to say what words can’t, and I’m all of seventeen again.

That early, summer morning 39 years ago, I didn’t need to tell her I was pregnant. Sitting up in her bed, a small shade glowing from the nightstand, I saw fear in her face. Kneeling at her bedside, I lay my head in her lap. Her hands trembled in my hair as she surmised my news. I don’t remember our words, only the softness of my Mother’s midsection quieting the voices quarrelling in my head, her fingers gently unravelling my long, curly hair, wishing we could always stay this close.

How can we know when something enters our life with such a ruckus the power it has to nurture so many more tears of joy and laughter? 

We never know what’s coming next. We plan and dream, work and wish but who can add one single hour to their list?

After the Messiah poured like wine and broke like bread a whole new body rose from the dead. A body made for believers. Cause ya know…God is body building. Using us. There is this amazingly beautiful holy gathering of His flesh and bones He calls His people. And we are contrasting and assorted, scattered, broken pieces, found and refined into a perfect man named Jesus.

A Building even the crowd of hell cannot overcome.

But there’s one firm fact about God’s glory. One big blasted reason why they walked away from Jesus. They couldn’t turn away from their own way.

The storm of guilt makes us hide—afraid all we’ll ever face is the bloody cross of our own shame. But here’s the whole burning truth, “God, who is rich in mercy because of His great love with which He loved us, even when we were dead in trespasses, made us alive together with Christ.” There’s nothing Jesus can’t take away to take us in. There’s nothing Jesus didn’t give away to make us His.

The Lamb who takes away the sin of the world…takes away…He doesn’t make you pay.

Going to our knees before the One who already knows where we’ve been, is the only way we laugh in the end.  I get it…sin is a monster to admit. But lugging around this pride makes a girl want to quit. And life is only getting harder, not hard like a rock, hard like a hit and run. But birth in the Spirit is like first light to one born blind. Understanding stretches farther than it’s ever gone. Hearts tune into things above. Present sufferings can’t hold a candle to what’s coming ahead. Our citizenship switches to heaven, where we’re no longer constituted as “We the people” but “We Your people.”

God knit us in our Mother’s womb so Jesus could raise us from this deadly tomb. Born again. Not of man and woman, but He who is the headfirstborn from the dead. A body begotten to a living hope. Though grief ensues, our soul still sings over an inheritance indestructible and unstained that cannot fade or be taken away. No longer slaves to sting but children of the risen King.

“Draw near to God and He will draw near to you.” Rest your head on the loving lap of the Abba, Father. Hear His eternal voice hush, Fear not for I have redeemed you; I have called you by your name; You are Mine.”

8 Comments

  1. Joe on May 4, 2020 at 4:22 am

    My early morning reading and one to start my day. Thank you.

    • Jo Ann Alo on May 4, 2020 at 6:17 am

      Always starts my heart to know you’re here. Thankful alongside you.🌸

  2. Chris Duszka on May 4, 2020 at 8:41 am

    As I see the church we attend, adding busyness and one thing after another, it grieves my heart to know they’ve missed it. Missed drawing close in intimacy to the Father during this crucial time. The coming move of His glory may be missed by them. So, it’s time to move on, not only physically, but spiritually. Resting, abiding and trusting. Repenting of the unseen deadly sins our souls cling to unnoticed until we truly dig deep and examine ourselves and our attitudes and motives. You have a way of bringing it to the forefront my friend, and bringing me back to the cross where my life really began more than 45 years ago! Love you, miss seeing your sweet, smiling face ♥️

    • Jo Ann Alo on May 4, 2020 at 9:33 am

      Heeding the Holy Spirit with you, friend.
      You are not alone in your grief.💙
      We’re at the cross together.

  3. Joni Haran on May 4, 2020 at 9:31 am

    Dear sweet JoAnn how beautifully refreshing to read this to kick start my morning. I had a rough night sleeping after reading statistics someone sent me last night and found myself so restless. I prayed over and over and kept on thanking God that even though it was later in life that He opened His arms and loved me the way I am. Like being on your mothers lap I cried knowing His arms are around all of us and that He is going to get us through this. So JoAnn this is absolutely the perfect time on Facebook to see your beautiful face and your most reassuring writing that no matter what we’re going through, what the future holds for us is magnificent and that needs to bring us joy and a smile. Thank you I love you 🥰

    • Jo Ann Alo on May 4, 2020 at 9:43 am

      Joni, aka heart-lifter. So sorry for hard news that tries to steal your rest…so joy-filled He is our peace! Thank you for sharing the image of your tears on our Father’s lap! I’m there comforted with you, friend. Love you.

  4. David Alo on May 4, 2020 at 11:07 am

    New life is what I love and what I long for!!!!!

  5. Jo Ann Alo on May 4, 2020 at 11:34 am

    Longing together, Love.👫

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