When I was once stripped naked

There was a time I experienced what I fondly call a season of stripping.

Being stripped of my counterfeit supremacy in twelve months.  Left naked.  Exposed. 

And finally realizing the need to be clothed.

two clips by kevinphainesIt began with my father’s sudden death.  At the scene of his motorcycle wreck, I took authority.  Demanding I enter the ambulance.  Moving a police officer aside when he refused to accommodate me.  Insisting by-standers make use of their time by laying hands on the ambulance and praying.  Yet, as much as I strived, I had no control.

At the hospital, I refused to enter the emergency room through the visitors’ entrance, ran to the emergency personnel only door and wheeled my father into a room along with the medics.  When told to leave, I stood my ground.  When told my father was dead, I questioned the physician’s credentials.  When told it’d be best if I not linger in his room, I declined and waited to depart until I felt the warmth leave my father’s body.  In spite of my best efforts, though, my daddy was gone.  I had no control.

Arriving home that night, I had to somehow tell my father’s best friend, my oldest son, his grandfather would no longer be a part of his life on this earth.  Camden’s reaction was nothing less than excruciating.  I had never seen my son in such vehement anguish.  Nor had I ever before heard such sorrowful moans escaping his body as I did while holding him closely throughout that first night.  Having bandaged many wounds in Camden’s young life, I was now helpless to heal this gash to his heart.  I had no control.

Pinwheel by Matthew Marksbury

Shortly afterwards, my already shaky health began to decline rapidly.  Natural remedies were no longer working.  And doctor’s prescriptions were ineffective, as well.  A physician wrote orders to have my driver’s license suspended.  I was confined to my home, for the most part.  I had no control.

Just a few months later, after much prayer and deliberation, my husband decided to enroll our oldest son in public school after seven years of homeschooling.  Camden was eager to play football, and we lack even a slight resemblance to competitive, organized sports for homeschooled children in our area.  I was faced with having to trust other adults with Camden’s safety and education.  I had no control. 

As each layer of imaginary power was peeled away, I was gradually being exposed.

Completely disrobed of delusive dominion.  Stripped of mistaken sovereignty. 

Naked.

In this humbled state of insufficiency, I was finally able to step closer to fully trusting the Sufficient One who is in control.

flickr by peppysis

The One who does rule and reign with power, dominion and sovereignty.

Being stripped naked allowed me to be clothed in peace by the Designer of my days.  

About Cristal

Living life fully as the wife of one, a mother of two and follower of The One.
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18 Responses to When I was once stripped naked

  1. Danelle says:

    My eyes are full of tears. Such a journey and yes, to be stripped in order to be fully clothed in Him. Designer (the only Ultimate Designer) clothes.
    I homeschool currently, older son is 4th grade now but dreams of sports that only are offered in “school”. I
    May be walking the path of release there sooner than I’d like and I pray I will face it with the faith and courage you have spoke of in this beautiful post.

    • Cristal says:

      Danelle,

      You are right — Designer clothes. And, don’t they fit perfectly without all the hassle of trying on something inferior? 🙂

      I will be right here for you if you must cross the bridge from homeschooling to public schooling. Yes, it’s truly a path of release.

      Blessings to you today,
      Cristal

  2. What a gut-wrenchingly beautiful testimony. Though you were stripped of the “Emporer’s clothing”, you are now robed in His beauty and grace. The evidence of His design in you as a writer is remarkable. Thank you for sharing such a tender space.
    Blessings,
    Shannon

  3. Dicky says:

    Thank you for your powerful testimony.

  4. Celebrating Eve says:

    Thank you Cristal. I am sitting at my desk overwhelmingly inspired by your life. Thank you for being so open to day.
    God bless you
    K

  5. Andrea says:

    Oh, Cristal, I had no idea you had been through so much in such a short time. But, oh, the beauty of being shown the supremacy of God! Thank you so much for sharing your journey!

    Much love,
    Andrea

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  7. You expressed so well what it means to lay down your life. Quite a captivating story about loss, grief, letting go and redemption. And I loved the photos too. Captured the story so well. Blessings!

  8. Thanks for sharing your story. It means a lot.

  9. Thank you for sharing so deeply and honestly. So powerful.

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