Time For a New Wineskin

I walked into 2014 full of expectation. I had walked to the end of the desert and could see a bright city just ahead. I was excited…but there was something more, just below the surface. For over three years, I had lived wrapped in the most tender cocoon. I had been reborn in there, healed, nurtured, and loved like never before. I got really comfortable in there.

I’ve spent months trying to figure out how someone so wholly renewed and empowered could flounder so badly on their first flight.

This week, clarity.

I read one little verse and a down poured a load of revelation.

“No one puts new wine into old wineskins; otherwise the wine will burst the skins, and the wine is lost and the skins as well; but one puts new wine into fresh wineskins.”
~Jesus, Mark 2:22

I’m sentimental about certain things. A tiny memento from a night with a friend or a scribble of thought from one of my children is an absolute treasure. How much more would I want to hold on to my first wineskin? I loved it. Just like that cocoon, it was my refuge, my comfort, my very life I thought. I selfishly and fearfully clung to it, afraid to let it go for something new. Honestly, not quite sure how to.

It’s no surprise that I ended up white knuckling a ruptured wineskin and dripping with seemingly wasted wine.

Tanned goat skins are able to handle the stretching from just one round of fermentation. They can’t withstand the pressure of stretching twice. If someone tried to use a wineskin twice, it would burst. Yep. I’m still soaking.

What a gift to be given a little insight into this whole new world. To be able to reclaim and repurpose what could be perceived as a loss of time and anointing into yet another beautiful milestone in my journey. Dark red and remembered forever. I’m so thankful he is a generous Father; he continues to pour.

“I will open the windows of heaven for you. I will pour out a blessing so great you won’t have enough room to take it in!”
Malachi 3:10