Sometimes I have dreams where I call 911 and nobody answers. It just keeps ringing, and so I re-dial slow like molasses, and wait and worry, but no one is ever there. It’s terribly lonely and panicky, that dream. I know as women these days, we’re not supposed to want to be rescued. We’re supposed to be capable and strong. And there are lots of contexts where I might agree with that, where I see the beauty and God-given yes to embracing who he has made us to be and what he has made us to do without fear.
But there is another part of me that longs for a rescue. Not because I’m female, just because I’m human. And not the kind that provides escape, but the kind that brings freedom. I need healing. Renewing. Belief. I need strong and capable to swoop down and pick me up, to look into these tired eyes and see the weakness that I try so very hard to hide. Is there a person in this mad, beautiful world who doesn’t need rescuing?
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What a terrible dream! Aren’t you glad that with Father he always picks up and is gracious to rescue.
Heather´s last [type] ..Collecting Inspiration
Maybe we come into this world hardwired with the knowledge that we have been kidnapped?
That this is not where we belong.
Hence the longing for rescue and freedom . . .?
If you have a moment, I invite you to pop over to my spot and read todays post – I think it speaks right into this.
allie´s last [type] ..Fizzing Right Out
I just love what Allie said above– that we come into this world knowing we have been kidnapped. In the end, we are His children, and what child does not need to feel collected into strong arms, brought to a place of safety?
How thankful I am that He answers, when I call.
Missy K´s last [type] ..Weighing My Words and the Lightness of Silence
I had alot of those days lately. I finally got quiet enough last night to hear God whisper that I’m trying to do his job and it’s too big for me – it’s wearing me out physically and emotionally. Before going to sleep I just let go of it and asked Him to please forgive me for trying to do a job that’s not mine to do. This morning it’s raining, but my heart feels lighter. I’m so thankful His mercies are new every morning.
Monica,
I love how you tell this. You finally got quiet enough to hear Him. And that you were trying to do His job. I went through the very same thing. It was a very tough time in my life. It is difficult for those of us who like *control* to release our lives into His hands but it is so much better!
Bernice
Living the Balanced Life´s last [type] ..Reach out and take a hand
I remember washing up a few years ago and I suddenly had an epiphany..an aha moment..of what the Lord was requiring of me..to be a disciple..a follower..just follow where He led..I didn’t have to decide..He knows where I should go..I just have to follow Him. Suddenly the weight on my shoulders went…I have the easy task…just following, just loving Him, just being with Him. He will make all the hard decisions and I just say…show me which way? If I don’t hear then I just carry on doing the things I know I should and He can then steer me. I love relying on Him, I love that He is bigger, stronger, more intelligent, more of everything and I can rest in Him.
Naturally Carol´s last [type] ..Life Never Sits Still!
This post was written for me, yes?
I know exactly what you mean. I love that Hillsong song, I used to listen to it over & over & picture the Lord over me, watching as I poured & devoured His word in the though times, even the blessed times… I just needed to know He was there, at the ready, to come to my rescue whenever I needed Him. Beautiful post!
From one girl in serious need of a rescue to another, thank you. This couldn’t have been more timely.
Some days it’s all I can think about: I need a rescue. You know, the kind with the white horse and the music in the background? One day, my Prince will come…
laura´s last [type] ..How to Reach Across the Quiet
You’re right, in today’s “motivational speaker-coach culture”, surrender is weakness. The surrendering to the rescue is the toughest, but, oh that’s where the peace, grace, and joy is-in the surrender. Thank you, Jesus! Thank you, Emily.
I am praying for you and your reader’s…
Reese´s last [type] ..Transformation5
I have had that dream over and over and over. And lots of variations, all of people who should be taking care of me ignoring the obvious emergency. And in every dream I realize it’s up to me, I have to do it all myself, that 911 is on lunch break, parents ignoring the fire next to the baby, etc.
(Hi, by the way. I’ve been reading a while and never commented before; found you through InCourage. I’m Heather.)
Anyway, thanks for the reminder that there is Someone to rescue; and my dream self (ok, to be honest, my dream self is simply me, unfiltered) can relax and know that really it’s up to Him, not me.
You know, I have been fairly blessed to have that someone here on earth to rescue me, my dear sweet husband. He has been awesome through this past year and has done all he could to help me. But that is the point, even he, in all his love, can only do so much for me. Eventually, I had to reach out to God who was patiently waiting for me to just admit I needed Him.
Great song Emily!
Bernice
Living the Balanced Life´s last [type] ..8 ways to find joy everyday
Just stumbled into your blog yesterday, have been spending a good part of the last two days here. It has been a breath of fresh morning air, cant get enough of it. It quietens and awakens me, all at once. Thank you Emily for creating and sharing this beautiful space and such true words.
Ancy
I went to a retreat in Colorado called “Captivating” and one of the messages I loved hearing was: “we were designed to be rescued, so it’s natural for that to be your deepest longing.” Deep breath. I wonder why we fight against that deep longing…especially as women?
I know God has rescued me from death, but these days, I find myself begging Him to rescue me from myself (perfectionism, striving, pretending, etc.). He’s so good at it!
Happy Friday {Go Texan Day for Houstonians…funny, right?}
Linsey
LLH Designs´s last [type] ..Happy Go Texan Day Yall!
What a wonderful post today. I suspect this will strike a chord with a lot of us who are for the most part, caregivers, nurturers and rescuers in some way, for so many others in our lives. I recently did a post I called Bloom Where You’re Planted, I think because maybe I was having an “I need to be rescued day”. Nothing awful, just feeling a little unsettled and unfulfilled in the moment. This too shall pass, but wouldn’t it be nice once in a while, for someone to ask us “how can I make YOUR day better today”? Thank you another inspiring post.
Just B @ Love Where You Live´s last [type] ..Saturday Night Spotlight 2 Linky Party
It’s my prayer every day. “Lord, rescue us.” {from 21 months of joblessness, loss of church, health issues, and financial issues due to joblessness} And then why do I fear Him and what He will choose for us? Why do I doubt His love? It’s surely better than what we have gone through. I know it all in my mind. I believe. And then I want control.
“And not the kind that provides escape, but the kind that brings freedom.”
such a huge distinction. and the kind of rescuing we all need, i think.
gitz´s last [type] ..5 minutes- 5 years ago
This song was playing on my Pandora Radio, 366 days ago at 6:30am when my 25-year-old husband went home to be with Jesus. I had been praying fervently for the previous hour for God to carry us – and He did. I stepped out of the room where my husband lay dying, to heat up a cup of coffee and when I came back in – this song was playing and he was gone. Jesus stepped into my home and rescued my sweet husband, and everyday I long for Heaven so we can be reunited again in fellowship with our blessed Savior. As the song says “I want to be where You are”…
Jess´s last [type] ..because its like therapy
oh, this. Oh.
This. What you say here, Jess. This is rescue. Your words and perspective one year later. Just thank you for sharing it.
“Not because I’m female, just because I’m human. ” – Yes, this.
Your posts are so sweet to my heart, Emily. The Lord uses your words to bring healing to your readers.
Thanks for posting this much needed reminder of our Source of rescue.
Katie Holmes´s last [type] ..Oh no she didnt!!!
We have sung this at church before…we also sing “Rescue” by Newsong….”I need you Jesus, to come to my rescue…where else can I go? There’s no other Name by which I am saved…won’t You capture me with grace, I will follow you.”
What Rescue!
Heathahlee´s last [type] ..My Sons Mission Field
This post made me think about those professors in Children’s Lit classes who talked about how we shouldn’t be reading little girls fairy tales involving damsels in distress who get rescued by a handsome prince- how politically incorrect and sexist that particular worldview had become in an enlightened and feminist society. “Roar.”
Even supermoms.
What a relief to have matured to the point where I recognize everyone needs rescuing.
Thanks for beautiful post and wonderful link.
Oh my, I have had that dream several times. Or 911 answers and puts me on hold!
I cannot wait to read your new book. If you’ll be doing any giveaways, swing by Cultivating Home – I’d love to do one!
Blessings,
Hannah
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