If I could go back and teach a 25-year-old Becky anything, it would be this: submission. The interesting thing is that I was taught submission at that age. But it came from the legalistic mindset...or at least, that's how I heard it.
Unless we get that one thing right, we're going to have a hard time in our relationship with God. Submission is a great key to life. If we're not submitting, we're resisting. And with resisting comes striving. And with striving, there is no peace. I heard someone say this week that when we resist God, we draw near to Satan. I'm sure that came from James 4:7--inverting what it says. "Submit yourselves, then, to God. Resist the devil, and he will flee from you."
God has an order. He has a plan. And we can either submit to it or resist it. One brings peace; the other brings striving. I think I know why we resist submission...because we have to die to pride. We'd rather be right than submit. It's a battle of wills--our will or God's will. And it's just so hard to give up our will. It takes death. And who likes to die?
It's taken me a long time to get there. (Not that I've completely arrived, mind you.) I remember even having to confess to a pastor a few years ago that no, I wasn't holding an offense against him...I just had a problem submitting. And not just to him...to anyone. And it was true. I saw things pretty black and white and felt right most of the time. And I didn't want to submit to someone I felt was wrong.
But God. God has been chiseling away at my life most of my life. I've walked through some very hard things. And I've had to die. I realized I wasn't right all of the time. (I know...you're shocked!) But what I did learn was submission. And instead of it being legalistic and scary, it's so sweet. It's coming to a good God who has a wonderful plan for my life that's been prearranged and made ready for me to live. Submission means that I come in agreement with God for that plan. I quit kicking and screaming like a 2-year-old, demanding my own way. I quiet myself and anticipate all that my Father has for me.
The hard part is not seeing what that plan is. That's why I must press myself in to my Daddy and know His heart. As long as I trust His heart, I submit. When I don't think He's working fast enough or doing what's best for me, I quit submitting and try to "fix" my own life. I take over and assert my will over God's will.
Yes, I wish I could go back and teach a 25-year-old Becky what I know now. A life of submission is peaceful. It's trusting a heavenly Father who loves me. I'm just not sure that Becky would have listened. But I still wish I could go back and tell her.