Perfect Isle has a lot of control freaks that live there. Unfortunately I am one of them (although you would never know it by interacting with me. I seem very happy go lucky until things don’t go my way).
Perfect love will cast out fear. Eve had perfect love. But she still wanted control. The Apple of Control is what I call it. That bright, red, shiny apple. #downwiththeapple
The snake held it out to Eve. By eating that apple, Eve was saying: “I don’t believe God’s intentions toward me are good, therefore I will control my own life.” Or at least that is the interpretation that got to my heart. I struggle with Perfect Love. It is much easier to control than to rest in Perfect Love.
In my own life…..I am presented with innumerous apples throughout the day. To remind me not to take the apple of control, I put an apple on my desk or in my kitchen. A visual reminder.
Unfortunately in the following story, I snatched the Apple of Control right out of the evil one’s grimy little hands and chomped hard into it:
This morning during prayer, God was pointing out to my heart that he needed to move me there. He saw the whole picture even though I didn’t. All of my wrestling was for naught, because he had to wait until this moment in time happened. Now I could leave if I needed or wanted to.
God will give us the apple back. He allowed Eve to take the apple and he will allow us to hold it, caress it, and oh-aw at how strong we feel with it.
But I don’t want it. My heart is broken that I have spent the last year fighting something that was his hand but I couldn’t see it.
So my response to his question as he handed the apple back to me……….
Finally resting, for that moment, in his Perfect Love.