I just finished reading a book named - The Emotionally Healthy Church - by Peter Scazzero. The author planted and is pastoring a church in NY City. He writes about the journey of discovery that GOD took him on during this season in life. The main thing he discovered is that most churches provide opportunities for people to grow spiritually by reading the Bible, prayer, worship, serving, etc. While all of this is great, one area we seem to leave untouched is the emotions. That is the reason that some guys can lead a Bible study group and be a terrible dad or husband. They have baggage in their hearts that they never realized. But no one ever helped them discover it. No one ever walked w/ them down the road that reveals the baggage and enabled them to unpack it & cast it out. In other words, you can't invite Jesus to heal what is broken if you don't know what's broken. So New Life Fellowship Church incorporates emotional health into their discipleship program. Obviously it has made a world of difference.
In the last chapter, Scazzero writes about the lobster's "molting." Know what that is? Molting is when an exoskeleton, i.e. lobster, sheds his outer shell & grows a new shell. Scazzero compares this to Christian growth. In order for us to grow, we need to shed the outer hard layer & make room for new growth. Without the shedding, there is no growth.
That is the way I would describe the past 2 years of my life. It has been a time of shedding old thoughts and ideas and plans. It has also been a time of growth - new thoughts, new plans, new ideas. Wonderful right? Not when you are in the molting stage. The past 2 years have been the most difficult time in my life. Scazzero even writes, "For a short time - between the leaving of the old & the hardening of a new one - the lobster is naked, feeling very vulnerable to the elements." Exactly what I have felt - naked, abandoned, uncertain, vulnerable to the elements. But I am no longer who I was. And I do not want to go back. I am still looking toward the horizon of GOD'S future for me, believing with hope that His plans are perfect. And those plans would never have come to pass apart from this season of molting.