When you’ve been wounded, cheated, disappointed and heartbroken… you can bleed right quiet through the fabric of your life.
“And who hasn’t been cheated on, talked down, lied about, pierced right through and left heart-broken on some beaten-down back road? There are a thousand ways to bleed, to nurse wounds and bitterness, and no one knows.”
So all us broken and bleeding ones, we gathered together here — and you all told hundreds of our redemptive, aching stories. We read your bruising and we bowed low and prayed with you. Sisters handed out bandages, wrapped each other in Scripture, in His love, in grace. The Love Body lived out Christ and it was an exquisite thing — the people who love the Scarred Savior, tenderly tending to each other ‘s wounds.
And when Lisa whispered her story in the comment box, her sisters said, “More? Tell us more?” Because when our sister’s tell stories, this too can be God’s healing our hurts.
Lisa told us about lies the gave her no rest. About how grace may be peddled cheap on every corner, but lies are so expensive, they’ll cost you your life.
Lisa hadn’t know that when she bought the lies. When her mother didn’t love her, when she was rejected and wounded deep, when she read the story of her life. Lisa simply bought the lies about who she was.
Owned them. Paid for them with the price of her true self.
You know those kind of lies.
That you’re no good.
That you aren’t enough, that there won’t be enough, that God isn’t enough.
That the hole you’re in means you’ll never be whole.
That there’s no Messiah big enough for the mess you’re in.
That your failings are your future.
Lies are but stalking shadows: looming when glimpsed over shoulders, laughable when confronted head on.
After decades of trying to escape the pain, the lies, Lisa turned on hers. Lisa was done with running. She was ready for reality.
When lies hiss in the heart, the only blade sharp enough to decapitate that forked tongue is Truth.
So Lisa packed her bags up and got alone with God — the person of Truth. She took out a pen and wrote down all her aching past to see how the hurt hissed. But now she read her life story through the lens of Truth, through the glasses of God — and began to see who really, beautifully, was.
“My mother is unable to love me for some reason I do not know or understand
I am loved by God and his family
My mother walked away from me for a reason I do not know or understand
God will never leave me
My mother could not love me for who I am
God loves me in spite of who I am
My mother could not support me when I needed her help
God provided me with people specifically able to help me with my needs
My mother is unable to teach me what it means to have a healthy relationship
God is teaching me everyday and providing me with multiple people who are able to share their lives with me so I can learn
My past is just that — it is the past
God is my present and my future
My mother could not appreciate the gifts she was given-my sister and I
God gave me the two most precious gifts he could have given me here on earth
My mother was not present for most of my childhood, not in a maternal way
God gave me many women who looked after me and taught me things I didn’t appreciate until now
My mother was only able to provide my physical needs-food and shelter
God is providing all my needs-physical, emotional, spiritual
Lisa looked at her journal and longed to clothe herself in the truth of the Good News, to wrap all her lie-infested wounds with her identity in Christ.
“So I took these truths and I decided to make a quilt out of them,” Lisa writes.
“I printed them on fabric and placed each truth in the center of a block. These blocks evolved into a cross with the truth square in the middle! The four corner blocks are Scriptures that helped me during that time and they are holding in those truths. The truths are on white fabric, the crosses are on green fabric and the backing is pale blue. My reason for these colors: green/blue are from Psalm 23-green pastures (growth) and blue waters (peace and the water I left all this stuff that is in my head/heart when I was baptized)!”
“This quilt hangs on my living room wall where I can see it everyday! It has been named my Quilt of Truths.
When I need to be reminded I can take it down and wrap myself in those truths — and thank God.”
Like a coat of many colors, like a gift from a love-drawn Father, Lisa wears truth over the wounds; when everything aches — Lisa wraps up in God’s love.
This is the heel of Truth that Lisa turns to, to crush that lying serpent’s head:
“I am broken but I am loved. I am sad but I know Who can turn that around for me if I let Him. I am lonely but I know Someone Who can change that. I feel orphaned by my parents but I have a Father who loves me more than any earthly person can. I have a family because of Him.”
What if we did that? Clothed ourselves in His Truth? What if we took captive ever ugly, scaly lie and made it obedient to Jesus Christ? What if we wrote out every fanged deception that’s been poisoning our days — and disarmed it with a bald-faced God-Fact?
In a family of sisters, we might peel off all the lies and wrap ourselves up in the coat of Truth —
patches of grace, silvered stitches running through everything, steely threads shimmering hope…
Those looking for Truth in the midst of lies? The winners of the Beth Moore Bible Study Leader Kit Giveaway:
Commenter 114 – Kari
Commenter 555 – Chelsey
Each of you will be able to pick the study of your choice — and the (in)courage team will be in touch with all the hope-filled the details…
Text and several photos of post by Ann Voskamp @ a Holy Experience : Truth Quilt photos and experience by Lisa Hurd
Pssst — Wondrous you… Would you like to blanket your mind with Truth? Have your very own beautiful Truth Quilt? Oh, sister, there’s nothing more I’d love to give you. I know how soul-cold it is to live with lies. Could I gift you with a free printable? I’d just love to slip your way four cards for you to print out and tuck in your pocket, your own Christ coat of many colors — to wrap yourself in His Truth all day long… Just because the truth is: you are loved.
Can you share in the comment box today just one ugly, hissing lie that’s been hounding your heart lately?
And then write it down too: the counter-acting truth. Wouldn’t it be something if the whole family here made our own Quilt of Truth in the comment box today?