unwilling

As much as I should buckle down and get my work done, I know it's not what I should do at the moment, I need to process or something. This might not be the best place, but it makes me feel less crazy, sometimes..

My room is a mess, clothes (mostly clean) covering the extra bed, my drying rack with only a couple dried items hanging on it, the other desk covered in all kinds of stuff, not even sure what lies beyond the first couple layers, four boxes sit stacked and squashed between the beds, waiting to be unpacked..

And then there's my mind and heart, full of who knows what?! I guess they are waiting to get unpacked to, but that's the last thing on my list, pushed further down, deeper to a point where I don't put it on the list. Too many urgent things, I manage to get in some conversations with God, at least I say stuff, and I read the Word here and there, much of the time in preparation of sermons or when I'm listening to a sermon. When do I get to stop?

I honestly am not sure what the sermon was about this morning, trusting in God or something. But some things that I think have been surfacing over the past couple weeks, yes, the semester is only a couple weeks old though it feels like a lifetime..

Have you seen the movie Penelope? It's not super new, but not too old either. Christina Ricci plays this girl who is cursed (basically through a generational sin) and born with a pig nose and pig ears. She's still cute, but the curse goes..until she finds someone of her own kind to love her, she will remain that way. Her mother keeps her behind this glass, in a part of the house, to protect her and suitors of the same upper class show up to see if they will marry her. Generally they go screaming from the house when they catch sight of her. I'm about to ruin the movie, but I'd still see it regardless, so don't let the spoiler stop you. Anyways, Penelope and her family basically are hardened by the condition she has, so set on making things right. In the end, she meets a guy who likes her for her but he's not rich. Well, you find out it doesn't matter because Penelope herself can break the spell. Sadly, this leads into the fact that her mother and father could have remedied the situation the WHOLE time if they had only really loved their daughter for who she was instead of who she could be. They all live happily ever after in the end, but today toward the end of the worship service, I really started to think about this movie.
As I type this, my sweaty hands, which are now stinging from the guitar playing at church breaking the skin at the tips of my fingers and now those tips gathering the salty sweat in the cuts as I quickly type and hit these sore pads against the keys of my computer..these sweaty hands that have plagued me since I was 5 or so..I hate them. They hinder me from many things, like I can't just shake someone's hand or feel ok with holding people's hands in prayer, and I even have to plan ahead for a hug. I'd have a lot less physical interaction to consider in daily life if I wasn't a Christian, those greeting times on Sunday are a nightmare, any time there's the possibility of hand-holding prayer fills me with anxiety and disgust, and guitar playing isn't too easy either.
Last night, on the way home from the Toby Mac concert, we ended up on the topic of my sweaty hands, I think because at the end of the concert everyone was asked to hold hands for prayer and luckily I had long sleeves AND only one person sitting next to me, so I was prepared and went for it. Sarah's friend Julie asked if I'd hold hands with my boyfriend (which I currently don't have, so don't get worried that I'm withholding info), and I said no. She went on to say that a guy wouldn't care. If a guy liked me, sweaty hands wouldn't matter. Apparently she suffers from the same thing though I doubt they are as serious. And she asked Abe, the only boy in the car, if she was correct. He said yeah, that unless the guy was really shallow, he wouldn't care. But I care. It makes me uncomfortable which causes my hands to sweat all the more.

I've been encountering many people over the last few weeks and months who struggle with letting God love them in the sense that they can't fully accept it. I'm pretty sure I have that problem, but I wonder if I can't even love myself? How do we love our neighbor as ourselves if we don't love us?

Has my heart hardened so much that I can't love myself, let alone allow anyone else to love me? Will I ever be able to? I'm ok with God. I trust God, I really do, but maybe I don't? Maybe I don't trust God enough to protect me against people, like the people I've encountered growing up who apparently regardless of whether they've been forgiven or not, have deeply wounded me. I don't trust people most of the time, I've gotten to be really independent. Sometimes I don't want to be like that, but it's all I know. It's all I know in family life, in ministry, in my academics..having people lean on me and ask me for help continues to perpetuate that attitude and if they don't know what they are doing, how do I trust them to help me?

I can either do it all on my own or figure out how to get it done. I know God is with me and people have totally helped me along the way. I know and believe I wouldn't be here typing this without God using many people in my life. It doesn't make sense in the end. The times I've been surrounded by people, I truly believe I couldn't have done it without them, but somehow those experiences quickly become peripheral and there I am again, me and God.

I guess it does all come down to trust. I'll trust God enough to sell my possessions and move to Korea without any idea of what to do next, and I'll trust God enough to come back to America and go to school in the middle of Kentucky..but can I trust Him to protect me from harm? He's not a safe Being, I know that..and that's what draws me to Him, but it's what repels me from people. How can that be?

I know this isn't ok, I know that something has to break. But what? And when? Better yet, how?

I kind of hope this is too long for people to read, so maybe a few will glance over these words, but I had to put it out there. It's like my public confession of faith, though it seems the problem is the lack of faith? The point is, if I didn't want to take a step closer to Him, then this wouldn't bother me, so I cling to that hope.

It reminds me of the "boyfriend" I had early my freshmen year of high school, I think it lasted like a month or two..in the hallway before school or whenever, we'd stand near my locker and when someone would walk by and he'd take a step toward me so they could get around, I'd always take a step back of equal or greater value. It was like there was an invisible barrier between us. It was even natural, I didn't know I was doing it until he or someone pointed it out. I don't think it made me stop. But I know I don't want that with God.

It's like I'm some wild animal, and God's not sure what I'll do next, like will I attack out of fear? So He approaches slowly, one slow step at a time, with His hand out, in a non-aggressive way, for me to sniff at until I'm comfortable. Am I going to back up and run off? Am I going to stand my ground, ready to fight? Or am I going to move closer to Him?

I want to move closer..