It was life-changing for me. A life-breathing gift. . . Some things in our life we are called to put down.
Throwing things down makes a statement.
Leaves a marker . . . a place in our life-story where “that used to happen, but now, this is my God-appointed response.
I love the renewing that retreats can bring. I have some spiritual-giant girlfriends who held my hands and walked with me through a throw-down of a burden I was trying to carry. The thing was tripping up my walk. Tripping up my relationships. Tripping up my life. I stayed mad, helpless and lived life out of a place of hurt and it was evident in my every action.
God placed these dear ones in a solid moving wall around me. They took me to a wooden cross, burden written out on a piece of paper, point of nail in place over it, I nailed that festered wound in. They hit the weight into the wood too. With every hit, that nail drove in, sealing the weight deeper into the cross. “(bam) not yours to carry”, (bam) Father God whispered (bang), “hand it over to Me” (bam). As I realized I was trying to do the work of the Most High, He released the battle from me. Leaving me lighter, freer, whole where a gaping raw wound had made its hole a home.
It was a healing throwdown.
The thing stayed a part of me. We still deal with the effects of it today, and that experience happened 20 years ago. The difference is, since that day, it has no power.
Get this Sweetheart, there are dark parts that come into our life-tribe, and it may become a part of your life, but it does not have to have any power over you.
Do the hard work Beloved. Put it down.
‘So the Israelites did as Joshua commanded them. They took twelve stones from the middle of the Jordan, according to the number of the tribes of the Israelites, as the Lord had told Joshua; and they carried them over with them to their camp, where they put them down.’ (Joshua 4:8 NIV)