Detached.

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With celebrating my grandma’s 95th birthday this week (my mom’s mom), and all her family here for the party, I have been missing my mom terribly again.  That seems silly to me as its been six years since she has passed into glory and I know in my heart she is in a better place, finally at peace.  So why the hurt in my soul?  Why am I constantly thinking of her and long to see her again?

When I think back to that time in 2006, as she was dying, my natural response to that was to “detach” myself.  Not get close, keep my heart safe – you know what I mean.  I did that when Timm’s mom passed back in 1980 and with his dad last April.  Don’t think about it, don’t go there.  Just detach.

There are lots of “positives” to detaching.  No hurt.  No heartache.  No regrets.  But wait a minute, I think I am regretting my detachment.  The problem with detaching is that you never “a”ttach.  No ownership, no heartfelt love, no belonging.

I’m not talking about letting go here.  I’m talking about putting a wall up and not letting them in.  Because if you let them in and they hurt or leave you, it hurts too much and I can’t hurt like that.  I just can’t.

Our Lord, Jesus Christ, NEVER detached.  Fortunately for us, he “A”ttached to every one of us.  Through the prophet Isaiah, God says:

  “Fear not, for I have redeemed you; I have summoned you by name; you are Mine.”

We are also told by Paul in the Book of Ephesians that we belong (attached):

And you also were included in Christ when you heard the word of truth, the gospel of your salvation. Having believed, you were marked in Him with a seal, the promised Holy Spirit, who is a deposit guaranteeing our inheritance until the redemption of those who are God’s possession—to the praise of His glory.

A possession of God’s?  Sealed?  An inheritance?  YES!!!! 

As Jesus was praying at the Mount of Olives, He prays:

“Father, if You are willing, take this cup from Me, yet not My will, but Yours be done.” 


Luke 22 says in verse 43 and 44: 

An angel from heaven appeared to Him and strengthened Him.  And being in anguish, He prayed more earnestly, and His sweat was like drops of blood falling to the ground.



That doesn’t sound “detached” to me. 

Sweet Jesus, help me to attach to my loved ones, Your loved ones, Lord.  Help me to be vulnerable and willing to open my heart up, to love as You love.  Thank You for the sweet memories of my mom and Timm’s parents and the love that they had for me.  Even if it hurts (AND I KNOW IT WILL), break down the walls and open my heart and my soul to the blessing of Your will for me – attachment.  In Your Holy Name, Amen.

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