I’ve never been one to jump on board with the latest craze or fad. In fact, I usually tend to move away from whatever’s currently “trending.”
When the movie Titanic came out many years ago, I vowed not to see it. In my opinion, it was over-hyped, and that, combined with everyone’s insistence that I just “had” to see it, pushed me further into my resistance. After all, I already knew how the story ended, and I didn’t need Leonardo DiCaprio to dress it up for me.
There’s something that happens inside of me when I feel bombarded with what others have deemed popular, important, or pressing—whether it’s a book, movie, or social/political movement. If I feel like it’s being jammed down my throat, I suddenly want to run as far away as possible.
Now, don’t get me wrong. I’m not a radical extremist or anything like that. I’m a carpooling suburban mom—happily married with a mortgage, career, and dogs. I love Starbucks, technology and modern conveniences, but I’ve come to realize something about myself… I have an affinity for counterculture.
Social media has paved the way for bringing the obscure into the limelight and creating something from nothing. While this can have massive benefits in many regards, I’ve found that it often clouds my sense of what’s important, along with my ability to discern truth for myself.
This is especially true in my relationship with God. When I’m constantly bombarded with other people’s thoughts, ideas and opinions, it can get very loud in my head.
This is the place where I find myself struggling as I approach the beginning of the Lenten season. I want desperately to hear from God, to discern His voice above all the clamoring in my heart and in my head.
I want to experience a revolution of the heart.
To do that, I need to quiet myself.
As in any social or political revolution, it begins with an uprising. These acts of resistance are an attempt to overthrow or reject a policy, practice, or way of life.
I want to drastically change the dialogue in my heart.
I want to know and experience God more. Deeply. Intimately. Independently. Wholeheartedly. Unreservedly.
Revolutions are scary. They’re messy. They don’t follow a timetable and they often don’t have a discernable outcome.
So I’ve begun praying for the courage to wage my own revolution, to go counterculture in the confines of my own heart. I want to be a radical revolutionary in my pursuit of God.
Last year, for the first time in my life, I observed the practice of Lent. I’ve been a follower of Jesus for more than 25 years and had never committed to walking through the process.
I chose to give up bread. It was a baby step in terms of sacrifice, but God used it in huge ways in my relationship with Him. The fast became less about the bread and more about relinquishing control.
This year as I approach Lent, I desire to hear from God on a deeper level. My heart longs to hear the Holy Spirit’s whisper and to discern the things He has for me.
My hope is that as I lean into Him, and trust Him to meet me in my meager sacrifice, that He wages a holy overthrow in my heart.
What about you? Have you experienced a revolution of the heart recently? Did you fight back like an insurgent rebel force, or did you surrender and enjoy freedom and change?