We all go through cocooning periods. There’s power in knowing when that is. To know is to be infinitely more patient with oneself, not rushing the “to do’s” of life and of dreams. Do you know how freeing it is to not be moved by what’s happening on the outside because you trust what’s going on on the inside is where the real value is?
To live inside the cocoon is to steep again in the womb space of God. And to live in His womb space is to be certain that when you come out, you will be rebirthed into a higher expression of yourself.
But it takes major patience to live there and that kind of patience isn’t easy. Many struggle, quit, even die on the faith walk of becoming for lack of this kind of patience.
The hardest thing on earth, I think, is to keep our hands off of God’s work when He seems to be dawdling and there’s something we can do. A few weeks ago I had to sit on my hands to keep from making a phone call I wanted to make but knew God was telling me not to. Last week, He facilitated that call Himself. The experience reiterated two things for me: 1) I hear Him and 2) He hears me.
Inside the cocoon, we learn to wait. We learn to go through the fire even though we know a more comfortable way around. Truth, maturity, trust, strength, and patience, patience, patience are all the fruits of our incubation.
The cocoon is like a divine skin. We crawl in of our own free will and when inside, lose the customary use of ourselves. It asks that we surrender pridefulness and willfulness and idolatry to become God’s dependents again. We are in perfect position to witness the futility of our anxieties, and fears, to become awestruck, again, by the masterfulness of God’s Godness, His awesome care of us.
Inside the cocoon, we watch Him morph our lean times into lush paradises. Watch Him trade our ignorance for wisdom. Listen, unobstructed, to His melodies of Love and the countless shattered broken pieces of our hearts begin their journey back to whole.
And though the walls of the cocoon are so very delicate, nothing gets through. In fact, they are impenetratable from the outside. Cocoons can only crack from within. Doubt, complaint, regret, and fear are the sorts of things that rip them open. But defensive explanation is the most lethal thing of all.
Think about it: why defend yourself for being inside the safest place on earth? You’ll never be able to explain your decision to choose to live inside the cocoon anyway. And certainly not to the very people who’ve refused that refuge for themselves.
Your decision to walk with God, to trust in Him to be the Lover & Guide; Speaker, Seer & Father He is can never make sense and faith simultaneously…
Common sense is what the world has. It is its prize possession so leave them to it…. Keep your eyes on the God Who says “I knew you before I formed you … My sheep know My voice… this is the way, walk ye in it… by faith and not by sight…”
If you are to ever wholeheartedly embrace the Word & Will of God for your life, common sense will be your greatest stumbling block.
Your cocoon will surely suffer pecking and scratching and clawing in abundance. Know that in advance and make plans to not give any of it a second thought. Unless you allow in the doubt, the complaint, the defensiveness, none of it can crack your frame, anyway.
Live assured inside your cocoon that all is well, better than well, actually. Live assured that the most divine of metamorphoses is happening in you, to you, all for the glory of God. Amen.