I vividly remember the time when a man with a kind face reached across the table, placed his hand upon mine, looked into my eyes, and whispered, “I never thought you would be so beautiful.”
I melted like soft butter on warm toast. He had me. At the time, I was a lonely single mother starved for love and affection. I was selling magnetic relax products, and he was a potential client. Believe me, I didn’t need my own products when his hand covered mine. He swept me off my feet in that moment.
Now I look back and think: What a perfect move and line. The rest is for another story; but suffix to say, anticipation of love fueled my mad pursuit of a man who didn’t have the goods to deliver. In fact, my expectations were so overwhelming that no man on earth could have delivered. Like a child celebrating her birthday, I would have grasped any love that came my way.
The Great Seduction. It happens when our expectations for things and people far outweigh their delivery potential. The Great Seduction can occur in our lives when we don’t discover and deal with the source of our need that fuels our ballooning expectations. Anything or anyone we think will fill our emptiness within or remove our fears of insufficiency can make us vulnerable to The Great Seduction. Just like the starry-eyed young woman I once was, if we’ve stored a lifetime of “Love me, love me, love me’s,” we’re bound to be misled. We put on our rose-colored glasses of denial instead of dealing with the truth.
At the time of my Great Seduction, I needed to work hard at building a new life for my children and me. No man could have rescued me from that reality.
The Great Seduction does not just happen in matters of the heart. My family and I have experienced our fair share of investment scams due to our desire for financial security. Add to this, promises of business opportunities gone bad.
So as I approach this next season of potential publishing, you can imagine my hesitancy to trust in my own motives and decisions. In fact, yesterday my mind mulled over doubts like a helicopter hovering above a rowdy crowd.
I wondered whether I had heard God correctly when I was so sure He wanted me to “…extract the precious from the worthless…” of my life and write books. Then as I readied for work, these words jolted my thoughts, “You haven’t heard me wrongly. You just need to go at my pace.”
Whoa, I wondered. Where’d that come from? I was doubting the very act of writing and this wisdom focused on pacing. I chuckled thinking, Life’s a marathon, and I’m a compulsive sprinter.
I knew I needed to slow down and keep myself on the path by not weaving back and forth in pursuit of every diversion. I needed to simplify my life by remembering the times I got seduced into making impulsive decisions that cost me dearly.
In fact, sometimes progress means going back before we can go forward. When we go back and revisit our personal history, we see those decisions we made for all the wrong reasons, the great seductions that took us off our right and true life course.
I fell asleep last night promising the Lord that I would hush my impatience and try to follow his pacing. Then, I had the most comforting dream. In the dream, He reached across the table and gently covered my hand with his…and in that moment, I vowed to work my world straight once again.