Tuesday, June 10, 2025
In reflecting about the last decade, my world was rocked. I have been tossed like a rag doll. I bought my dream house in 2015 and met whom I thought was “the love of my life.” Turned out to be quite different. I was entering a washing machine, through purification, to meet the real love of my life.
I bought a home, got married, went through a traumatic divorce marked by infidelity, bitterness, and pain; and my job turned inside out due to a global pandemic. Death found two of my very good friends, one of which was only 60. My mental health was wrecked, my physical health declining, my spiritual health nonexistent. My world was rocked. To add to the turmoil, I had a nagging, unrelenting urge to quit a secure, full-time job. No income. Alone. A blank.
The sensation of having your world rocked is something you’ll understand. When your world is rocked, hell does break loose. It’s been called the refiner’s fire, a metaphor found in the book of Malachi, signifying how we’ll be cleansed and purified through tumult. Are you there, in it? Rocked?
When you step out of the washing chamber, you’ll be like a wet rag doll, dazed but not humiliated. Naked, but not afraid. Soft, but undefeated. What you once thought rocked your world was merely turning you into The Rock. A smooth, polished invisible power of delight and love and joy. The untouchable dignity of Truth. You are The Rock, but your world may have to be rocked. Hold on. Allow yourself to be purified.
Out of this refiner’s fire comes uncontaminated namelessness. It’s purely invisible, radiant, dazzling, and clean. It delights in doing no harm. It’s playful. It’s frivolous. It’s you. The love of your life steps out of the cleansing chamber. Welcome home My Love, My Fair One, My All.