Think big splash, stinging across your middle, and bright red face.
The burn doesn’t often go away fast.
It seemed the thing I should try for—a new adventure.
And it went well for a bit. It did, but ultimately, I crashed.
It’s the kind of thing that even when I’m alone and think about it, I become embarrassed.
In a lighter and less serious way, it’s similar to the way I felt after a recent attendance at an author event. Held in an exclusive midtown Atlanta location, I didn’t know anyone but the person for whom the event was held, but I enjoyed meeting several new people. After returning home that evening, I happened to catch a glimpse of my back in the mirror. Trailing from under my linen top was two feet of white paper.
How many people did I meet while wearing a tissue tail?
And why did no one tell me about it? The only blessing was my white pants matched the tissue. My emotions vacillated between wild laughter and tears.
But that situation was no big deal compared to others where far more was at stake.
Sometimes, just when I think I’m getting over my embarrassing moments, shame can creep back up on me.
So I’m driving and I hear this song, and I think that’s the answer to shame-- to all the moments, which cause us to draw back-- to hide our faces.
Yes, I am redeemed. And that’s what I say when those memories reoccur. I am redeemed from all the shame of my past--the failed ventures, the embarrassing mistakes, the inadequacy of circumstances, the belly flops of life, and even the tissue paper tails.
For several days now, I listen to this song before lying down at night. They are the last words I hear before fading to sleep.
So, if like me, and you’re recovering from a great big belly flop, take comfort in His truth and repeat this with me—I am redeemed.
“Those who look to him are radiant; their faces are never covered with shame” (Psalm 34:5).
“For you know that it was not with perishable things such as silver or gold that you were redeemed from the empty way of life handed down to you from your forefathers, but with the precious blood of Christ, a lamb without blemish or defect” (I Peter 1:18-19).