Show me who I am, Lord, I prayed. Show me how You see me. Though I knew the truth, my mind was riddled with lies. And I just needed to hear Him say it. I needed my God to confirm what I knew in my head but doubted in my heart––that I am righteous and good and pure and beautiful in His sight, that I am accepted despite my many shortcomings, and that He is pleased with me regardless of my performance. “You a child of God, Momma,” my two-year-old would not-so-randomly say to me at the time as the lyrics “I am who you say I am” continually played in my mind (Hillsong Worship). Whispers of grace. I am who you say I am, I’d echo in thanksgiving. It was a time of remembering. A time of speaking truth over myself. A time of coming back to where I…
All through the book of Deuteronomy, the people of God were told to remember. Remember where God found you. Remember His faithfulness. Remember that He spared no expense to deliver you out of slavery that He might bring you into your promised land. Each time I read Moses’ words to the Israelites as they stood on the edge of their promise, I cannot help but hear these same words spoken over me. “Remember.” We are all prone to forget. One moment we stand in praise of Jesus after He did some crazy awesome thing in our life. And the next moment, fear comes when we face uncertainty, and we forget that Jesus had just parted the Red Sea on our behalf. Just like the nation of Israel, we are called to remember. Remember who our God is. Remember His heart toward us. Remember the gospel and the cross. Remember His…
I sat with some family members a number of years ago to tell them what Jesus was doing in my life. How He was redeeming all the losses we share. Taking our moments of indescribably pain and using every bit of it for good not only in my life, but in the lives of others as well. My hope was that Jesus would give them eyes to see Himself for who He truly is, to see what He was doing in my life, and to want it for themselves. I told them about it all. How I was bought to my knees when the anxiety and depression threatened to pull me under. How I was quite literally drawn “up from the pit of destruction” and was saved (Psalm 40:2). How my faith ignited the moment I answered Jesus’s call to follow Him and was transformed by the power of His Word….
Today is another day. A day full of choices. We can gloat in victory or drown in our sorrows in response to the election results, or we can choose to believe in who God is. Regardless of whether or not your candidate won last night, we can’t let individual preference or fear divide us. In a climate of hate or strife, let’s choose love. Let’s check ourselves continually to ensure that our thoughts and speech build one another up, that what we say and think is honoring to God and to one another. As followers of Christ, it’s imperative that we keep ourselves in check to ensure we’re promoting unity instead of contributing to the worldly divisiveness we see so much of in our country right now. It’s not about who our president is. It’s about who we are as followers of Christ, first and foremost, and who we are as Americans. Christians are ambassadors of…
Jesus turned this world on its head. Things people thought they knew crumbled in light of His teaching. The first are the last. The greatest is the least. The rich are the poor. Life is found in death. Strength is found in weakness. Second Corinthians 12:9-10 says, “But he said to me, ‘My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.’ Therefore I will boast all the more gladly of my weaknesses, so that the power of Christ may rest upon me. For the sake of Christ, then, I am content with weaknesses, insults, hardships, persecutions, and calamities. For when I am weak, then I am strong.” You see, our weaknesses do not negate our strength. It’s not about ridding ourselves of all our weaknesses, but allowing our weaknesses to become our strength. Allowing God to become our strength. I still have weaknesses. LOTS and LOTS of weaknesses….