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I’ve read it over ten times. Day five. This post in my devotional book is one I go back to. One that no matter how many times I’ve read it, it somehow always brings me to tears. It’s a message my soul needs repeated. It’s a message I feel you need to hear.
So I’m sharing it with you today. Day five. My breath of grace. My hope for today. I hope you are blessed.
DAY 5: CURED AND CLEAN
Taken by: Comforts From the Cross (by: Elyse Fitzpatrick)
“His disciples said to him,
“You see the crowd pressing around you, and yet you say,
‘Who touched me?’”
MARK 5 : 3 1
“Excluded. Unclean. Defiled. For twelve desperate years she had struggled against her body. Blood poured from her, and that blood not only brought about personal distress but also made her a societal outcast. If she was a married woman, she would have been unable to have sexual relations with her husband. Even if she was precious to him, he could not take her into his arms. Married or single, she was excluded from participation in normal family life. If she had children, she was excluded from participation in normal family life. If she had children, she couldn’t lie in bed and play with them. Anyone who sat on a chair on which she had sat would be unclean and would have to wash ceremonially and then offer a sacrifice at the temple. When the family went to the temple on a holy day, she had to stay home.
To live in such isolation after childbirth was expected in those days, but the new mother was surrounded by a loving family, all waiting the day when the priest finally declared the mother clean.
But the isolation experienced by the bleeding woman wasn’t the usual week or two; it was twelve years. Twelve years without access to worship. Twelve years of gossip whispered behind her back. Mothers would have warned their daughters: “Don’t go near; she’s unclean.” Twelve years without a caress, a touch, an inviting smile. Twelve years of desperate exclusion, loneliness, and shame.
That she was desperate is clear. She “had suffered much under many physicians, and had spent all that she had” (Mark 5:26). We can imagine that year after year she heard about women in other villages who were cured, so she rushed to uncover their secret, scraping up the necessary payments, yet she “was no better but rather grew worse.” Every penny she could get her hands on went to doctors who only exacerbated her condition.
I can’t imagine what terrible indignities she suffered at their hands. This wasn’t modern medicine with its tidy gynecological offices housing highly trained physicians who write prescriptions for hormonal therapies and perform sanitary procedures. No, ancient medicine consisted of the most base herbal preparations, poultices, and methods that not only failed to cure her but made her suffering worse. She was unclean and her uncleanness had bankrupted her. And still she bled. Days and months of disappointment followed by months and years of shame and isolation. She could touch no one; no one wanted her touch. And now, all hope was gone. She had no money left, so even if a cure could be found, she couldn’t afford it.
Then she heard reports about a holy man who loved unclean women and welcomed them as followers. Many had been ill like her. Some had been possessed by devils; others had been notoriously wicked, but he had healed and welcomed them all. Amazingly, hope began grow within her breast again. Perhaps she thought, I have no money to pay him. I can’t touch him because I’m unclean. But even so, she believed, “If I touch even his garments, I will be made well” (v. 28). So she waited until his followers and the crowds were passing by, and she slipped into the press. Keeping her head down and her shawl up, she furtively pushed her way ever closer to the One. There he is. If I can just stretch out my hand past these others! I’m almost there; please don’t let me be discovered. There! With my fingertips I brushed his cloak. Immediately, she felt her body change. The blood stopped. She was healed. The crowd moved on, but she stood still—a whole, clean, honorable woman at last. She had finally received all that she hoped for, but she was soon to learn that her expectation had been far too small.
From the midst of her reverie she noticed the crowd halt. The Master was speaking, “Who touched my garments?” (v. 30). An icy shard of fear pierced her heart. What if this holy man finds out what I did and takes my healing from me? What if he is angry because I’ve made him unclean by my touch? Will this simply end in more shame, more separation? While his disciples pointed out the size of the crowd, the woman bravely made her way to him. In fear and trembling she “fell down before him and told him the whole truth” (v. 33).
How did he respond? He called her “Daughter.” This is the only time that Jesus actually called a woman by this name; it was a sweet acknowledgment of relationship and endearment. Instead of pushing her away, he drew her close. Daughter-Don’t be confused. Jesus wasn’t stumped about who had touched him. He knew this woman’s name (even though we don’t). It had been written on his heart for twelve times twelve million years—yes, forever. This woman would have been satisfied with physical healing, but her Savior would not. He forced her to come to him and be in relationship with him, to fall down before him, to come out of the shadows and into the full light of day. Our Savior loves to give us gifts, but the best gift of all is himself, and he won’t let us slink off, back into darkness and isolation. No, his love will pull us out of our shame, defilement, and fears, and then he’ll speak gently and lovingly to us. “Daughter, be at peace.”
Because Jesus is completely pure, he isn’t concerned about becoming defiled by touching us. He’s not afraid that our uncleanness will contaminate him. Instead he draws us near; he speaks to us in love. He sees our desperation, our bankruptcy, and our uncleanness, and he calls us “Daughter.” If you’re like me, it’s easy to find a measure of satisfaction and peace in knowing that our sins are forgiven and we’ve been cleansed. But our Savior wants more than that. He’s taken us for his bride, and he isn’t satisfied when we hide from him or try to use him for our own purposes. Yes, we want to be clean, and he wants that for us too; but clean strangers aren’t what he’s after. He means to have a wife. And so he continually brings us to points of desperation when we have to fall before him, broken and bankrupt, and then he speaks lovingly to our hearts and draws us up into his presence.
Don’t be afraid to go to him now. He isn’t fazed by your sin; he isn’t afraid that you will contaminate him. In fact, as you get close to him, his holiness will infect you. Go ahead, daughter; press in through the crowd of all that threatens to block access to him—your shame, pride, destitution, and uncleanness. Touch him out of your desperation and find him patiently loving and awaiting your arrival.”
Excerpt From: Elyse M. Fitzpatrick. “Comforts from the Cross.” iBooks. https://itun.es/us/5Nkjx.l
Back in the day I used to know this girl named- well lets just say Stephanie. Stephanie lived in my neighborhood. There was a group of us that would always hang out and Stephanie wasn’t one of them. She was different. She wore really short shorts and cropped tops usually showing most of her bra. Her long blond hair was always hanging down the middle of her back and her face was hidden somewhere beneath all of the makeup. I remember my friends and I would talk about her a lot. Things usually like- “I can’t believe she is wearing that. Who does she think she is? I can’t believe she smokes…. that’s so wrong. She’s really bad and we shouldn’t be associated with her. So glad we’re not like her.” Words like these were exchanged for a whole year between me and my friends. But one day we stopped seeing her around. We didn’t think much of it until we met another girl who used to be friends with her who told us what happened to her. Stephanie had moved away because she was a foster kid. Apparently she would stay with a family until they got sick of her and then she would be shipped off to live with someone else. Most of her life she felt unwanted. When I heard this I remember feeling sick to my stomach. Here I was judging her without knowing anything about her. Without knowing her at all.
“Judging others is a blindfold. Judging others is a blindfold that blinds us to our own grime and blinds us to the GRACE which others are as eligible and entitled to as we are.” – Voskamp
Everyone has traveled their own road. Everyone has a story to tell, pain they have had to suffer, and life experiences that has shaped them one way or another.
Matthew 7:1-5- ” Do not judge, or you too will be judged. For in the same way you judge others, you will be judged, and with the measure you use, it will be measured to you. Why do you look at the speck of sawdust in your (sister’s) eye and pay no attention to the plank in your own eye? How can you say to your (sister) Let me take the speck out of your eye, when all the time there is a plank in your own eye? You hypocrite, first take the plank out of your own eye, and then you will see clearly to remove the speck from your (sister’s) eye.”
Phew! Girls! Where is your heart? Is there someone that you may be presuming assumptions upon because of the way they look, because of their attitude towards you, because of the choices they have made and all of the outward things your eyes may see?? Ask yourself do you know their story? Do you know them at all? Or are you just sizing them up to be the very thing you want them to be in order to make yourself feel better about yourself? Have you looked at your own heart lately?
“Do you hold other people to a standard of perfection instead of letting them all be held in the arms of grace?”- Voskamp
Oh sweet grace. We can rejoice because we are covered by GRACE!! We can rejoice because they too are covered by GRACE!! I am dancing and singing with my arms outstretched because of who I am in Christ! The more I believe in His love for me the more I am able to love everyone else regardless of who they are or who they seem to be. We are called to love and we are ALL entitled to grace.
And then there are those of you who find yourself on the other side of it. You feel alone and isolated because you have been accused of being a certain way. Or other girls have their opinion about you because they are only looking at your outward appearance and not taking the time to really get to know your heart. Maybe you’re the one who has had to travel a dirty road leading you to a pain so deep that the only thing you know to do is to inflict pain onto others. Maybe you’re hurting others because you yourself are hurting.
There is hope for you dear friend. “The Lord does not look at the things man looks at. Man looks at the outward appearance, but the Lord looks at the heart.”- 1 Samuel 16:7
The Lord sees your whole story and sees the very depths of your heart. He is lifting up your head, staring into your eyes and carrying through the weight of each day. You are not what everyone else says of you… you belong to Jesus and He says that you are His child! You are His friend. – John 15:15 You are justified and redeemed. Rom. 3:24 You are a fellow heir with Christ. Rom 8:17 You are a temple of the Holy Spirit. 1 Cor. 9:19 You are joined to the Lord and are one spirit with Him. 1 Cor. 6:17 You are a new creation 2 Cor. 5:17 The list goes on and on. Who cares what others say about you… who does Jesus say you are? The one who knows everything about you actually calls you one with Himself! Hold on to this truth and be careful to not find yourself judging those who judge you.
In whichever situation you find yourself in, go to Jesus. May he open our hearts to our own sin and dig out the filth that has been piling up needing to be plucked out. I pray that pride will fall and shame will be thrown to the ground. I pray our eyes be taken off of ourselves all together and placed on the cross. I pray we live each day with kindness on our lips uplifting one another, encouraging one another and loving each other because we have been given kindness and love when we do not deserve it ourselves. May we not find ourselves assuming the worst in someone but may we find ourselves always seeking to understand. “Set a guard over my mouth, O Lord: keep watch over the door of my lips. Let not my heart be drawn to what is evil….” Psalm 141:3-4
I wish I could go back to that little neighborhood where all my time was wrapped around my friends like my feathered bangs wrapped around my head, and Stephanie sitting on her front porch with a cigarette between her fingers. I would do things a little differently. My hope is that I would walk up to her and say hi. I would tell her my name. I would sit down next to her and maybe ask her questions about herself. I would try to get to know her. I may even risk being associated with her. After all- Jesus was associated with sinners. The tax collectors, the drunks, the prostitutes……hmmmmm….. even me.
I was no better than Stephanie. I am no better than you. We are all just children in need of Jesus.
“When this life ends we will all see each other for what we really are. There will be surprises. One of those surprises will surely be how ill-willed our judgements were. Another will be how much suffering we caused others through wrongly judging them. Yet another will be how often we were guilty of the very thing we judged another for”. – Anonymous
Yesterday my oldest daughter almost got hit by a car. We were out to eat with some friends which included 7 kids. It’s always a bit chaotic when we get together because you have one eye on your child and the other eye is in the present conversation. As Eisley was running ahead of me to leave the restaurant I called her back and very intently told her to stay close to the adults. She listened for a moment but then I looked away for a brief second while a jeep slammed on his brakes and the driver practically shaking in his seat told me to watch my kid more carefully because he almost hit her and it scared the *#@* out of him. I then see Eisley running towards me from the street and into my arms. My eyes welled up with tears. Did that just happen? How did she even get in the street? I was relieved and mad all at the same time. ” Eisley- you know not to go in the street!! Why did you do that? You could have been hurt!” And then she proceeded to say….” I know mommy. I’m so sorry. I won’t ever do that again.” This fear began to well up inside of me of losing my daughter. The thought of her getting seriously hurt or even killed brought me to my knees. But then her words that followed blew me away…. “I was running and then Jesus came and helped me run the other way so I didn’t get hit by the car.” I sat there for a moment wondering if I heard her correctly. Jesus helped her!!?? I just held her tightly thanking God for protecting my baby girl in a moment when I had absolutely no control.
If you have followed our blog for a long time it will be no surprise to you my struggle with fear. In all honesty it’s a battle I can’t say I have won. I have good days and bad days. I’ve had two miscarriages and difficult pregnancies which has led me to fear losing my children. I have had past relationships with guys who gave me more attention if I was looking pretty which has led me to fear losing acceptance from people if I didn’t look up to their standards. I fear messing up my daily routine and schedule for fear of being left with a messy house and moody children. I long to be used by God yet fear being used by God. I fear that one day my husband will get sick of me or will no longer be attracted to me even though he has never given me any reason to ever worry over that. I fear God will bring some major tragedy into our lives in order to teach me a valuable lesson or build more character within me. Sometimes I even draw back from praying for certain things out of fear of the cost it will take in order to receive it. I fear losing friendships, gaining friendships, being judged, sagging skin, dying, truly living, darkness, being alone, what people think about me, others being used more than me, change, making the wrong decision, disappointing God, disappointing my dad…the list goes on and on.
Like the apostle Peter, I love Jesus wildly and passionately, but when given the option of looking at the wind of my fears or looking at the face of Jesus, my fears often win. It’s hard to step out of the boat when we are anchored to our fears. I think that’s why I tend to be a little over controlling in some areas. However, last night Jesus showed up to my little girl and controlled the very thing that I could not. Even when my trust in HIm has been lacking and my faith has been sinking in the storm… He still showed up. I can’t help but think all my self- preserving and self-protecting has kept me from truly seeing His hand at work in all the things I fear. Am I missing it? Am I missing the sight of goodness because my fear keeps my eyes so busy? God calls us out of ourselves and into Himself so we might live and leave everything up to Him. So we might be radiant and full of peace.
God is calling us out of our fears.
“When God calls us up, it’s easy and tempting to look down at everything we lack. We feel the limitations of our humanity and we become acutely aware of our weaknesses and foibles. When we focus on our fears ,the risk of stepping out feels greater than the potential reward of living by faith. In Christ we’re called, appointed, and equipped to live lives bigger than we are. We need to stop judging ourselves by what we lack. We come alive, find courage, and gain ground to the extent that we keep our eyes on the One who says we lack no good thing apart from Him.” – Susie Larson Do you trust HIm? Do you see HIm?
“What a God we have!! And how fortunate we are to have Him, this Father of our Master Jesus! Because Jesus was raised from the dead, we’ve been given a brand- new life and have everything to live for! Including a future in heaven- and the future starts now. God is keeping careful watch over us and the future. The day is coming when you’ll have it all- life healed and whole.” – 1 Peter 1:3-5 The Message
” I sought the Lord, and He answered me; He delivered me from all my fears. Those who look to HIm are radiant; their faces are never covered with shame.”- Ps. 34:4-5
Those who look to Him are radiant- meaning They found light! Their faces brightened up and became cheerful. Their minds were made calm, for they felt assured that God would protect them. In Hebrew it means “to flow together”. When you look to Jesus, not only will your face shine and be lightened but you will flow as one with God. Look to Him and be lightened. Look up to God in prayer and by faith, when in distressed and uncomfortable circumstances, for help and deliverance. Expect mercy. Your face will not be covered in shame which means you will not be disappointed by your hope but you will find relief.
I am sure there are past experiences you have had that has created fear within you. However, we need to be careful to not blame the past for our fears or even allow that to give us permission to fear… because Jesus commands us DO NOT FEAR! We have no excuse. His power resides within us and His death as overcome fear itself. Its easier said than done.. I know. I’m not one to sit here and say I have the answer because it is a daily struggle I face. But I am aware of my lack in trusting God… are you? Will you trust HIm today? Will you lay down your fears, look to His face and shine? Will you surrender your past to His loving hands and stop making excuses for your fear?
“Climb out of that drugged, dead comforting pit that is keeping you paralyzed and break right up through the earth and into the life you were born for, in the now of your life, while there is till time and hunger in your veins.”- Voskamp
The moment right before I wake is my favorite part of the day. No phone calls to make, emails to respond to. There are no little ones clamoring for my attention or breakfast to be made or bills to pay or laundry to fold.
The world is still at peace.
As soon as I open my eyes, I am immediately flooded with all the things the previous days have left me with. A friend grieving over losing a parent way too soon. A brother and sister in law fighting to claim joy in the midst of a deep valley. Another friend aching to have a child fill her womb and the anxiousness of not knowing if it has happened yet.
Opening my eyes means opening myself up to the chaos this world can lend.
Of course there are my own battles I wake up to as well. Will I fail as a mother today? How am I going to believe the lies that Satan tells me today? Am I going to like who I see in the mirror? Why did he have to molest me? Why am I so royally screwed up?
Jesus….get me through today.
And yet, I also wake up to hope. Hope that my friend’s parent will be held in the arms of Jesus when they pass. That new mercies are given to my brother and sis in law every day and God has not abandoned them in their time of need. Hope that someday, a miracle will grow inside my friend and she will have a baby once again. Hope that despite all my shortcomings, wounds and failures, I am not a lost cause in the eyes of Christ.
Because opening my eyes also means opening myself up to all the joy this world has to offer.
“…the secret to joy is to keep seeking God where we doubt He is.” -Ann Voskamp
The world is a hard and depressing place. It can cripple the soul and crush the heart. If I put my faith in this world, then every morning is a morning where I wake only to the horrors of life. And who wants to live like that?
No, I want to put my faith in LIFE, in JOY Himself.
For, “Whom have I in heaven but You?And besides You, I desire nothing on earth. My flesh and my heart may fail, but God is the strength of my heart and my portion forever.” (Psalm 73: 25-26)
When I wake, I don’t want to see storm clouds, I want to see cleansing rain that chases away all the dirt. I don’t want to see the the wounds on my heart telling me I’m broken; I want to see the scars on His hands telling me I am wholly found in Him.
Open my eyes that I might see…..
So I struggled with writing this post. Not because I have something very important to say, but quite the opposite. I don’t know what to say. When you find yourself writing as much as we do you tend to find yourself falling into ruts. I really think my rut happened because, in all honesty, I’m just bored. I feel like we write in circles. I find myself writing on the same topics, the same struggles, reading from the same authors and going back again and again to the same verses. We need reminders all the time…. but I’m bored.
As I sat on my front porch watching the storm roll in last night, I realized something. Maybe I’m bored with my writing because I’m bored with God. Did I just say that? How embarrassing is that to admit? Have you ever felt that way? I think I’m bored with God because my time with Him, when I do spend time with HIm, has become a thing to do and not out of necessity or hunger for His presence. HIs words have become just mundane words to me. I find myself in circles with Him- saying the same prayers, reading the same books and all around disinterested. Of course I desire HIm, I want to know Him and be in His presence but I feel so dry. I’m in this season of business and it has left me in the desert thirsty for new life and thirsty for God himself to supply water to my numb soul.
There’s this girl in the Bible my heart has always gone out to. Her name is Hagar. Poor Hagar. Here she is minding her own business just serving her master, in this case Sarai, like the good little servant that she is. And then boom! Sarai comes to her with this crazy request. She asks her to sleep with her husband in order to get pregnant and bare him a son because Sarai herself cannot do it. Hagar does as she is told and has a baby boy. But then Sarai becomes jealous and despises her! She begins to mistreat her and look down on her and the only thing Hagar did in this situation was obey! Later on Sarai has her own son Isaac and decides to send Hagar and her son away because she fears that they will have to share the inheritance. Hagar is sent away with just a little food and little water.
” She went on her way and wandered in the desert… When the water in the skin was gone, she put the boy under one of the bushes. Then she went off and sat down nearby, about a bowshot away, for she thought- ‘ I cannot watch the boy die.’ And as she sat there nearby, she began to sob.”- Gen 21
” Then God opened her eyes and she saw a well of water. So she went and filled the skin with water and gave the boy a drink.” Gen 21
Here is Hagar and her boy dying of thirst with a well less than a bowshot away! What’s interesting is that God let her get to the point of almost death before He opened her eyes to the well. He let her get to the point where she had absolutely nothing before reminding her that He is faithful and He Himself is life.
Even in the desert there is always a well of water nearby… we just have to open our eyes to it. The very thing that will quench my thirsty soul is right in front of me… please God!
” What insanity compels me to shrivel up when there is joy’s water to be had here?” Open my eyes to see your words afresh! Open my heart to hear your whispers new and full of life! I want to taste and see that You are good. The reason why I’m so disenchanted with life in His presence is not because I’ve tasted and come to find there is nothing exciting about it. But because I haven’t stopped myself in my crazy busy life to actually sit in His glorious presence. His words are not mundane and boring. His words are powerful and refreshing! My eyes have just been focused on other things. He is in this moment. The well is always here- God is always here because He cares about me. He cares about you.
Gen 16- ” Thereafter, Hagar used another name to refer to the Lord, who had spoken to her. She said, ‘ You are the God who sees me.'”
Its amazing to know that even when I find myself in these ruts, these so called deserts – God sees me. And because He sees me He will never stop pursuing me. He sees you friend. He’s not looking at you with disgust and anger when you are not spending time with Him. He looks at you with love and compassion and longs for you to experience the greatest joy you could possibly experience through HIm. He sees your very heart, all of your secrets, all of the dry places and complacent feelings towards Him.. and He offers you water of life. It is always available, always refreshing, always exciting and true. He’s just asking us to come. I pray that He opens your eyes to it. I pray that His words come alive in your spirit. I pray He do the same in me.
Hey There Lonely Girl,
On some park bench in the middle of the day, there you sit. You see everything and everyone around you, and you wonder, do they see you back. These vacant benches and quiet spaces have become like an old comfy shirt to your weary and broken soul.
For to be seen, is to be known.
Sitting in secluded corners sipping coffee, you look like you’re waiting for a friend to arrive, but you know that’s not the case. You seem confident in the loneliness, almost as though you prefer the solace. No one can see, however, that silently your heart is screaming for someone, anyone to notice you. To come into your pain. To make you…not so lonely.
Fear of your destiny to forever be abandoned, excluded, denied, rejected, and forgotten sweep over your already tired soul and you just cant imagine how this life could ever bring you joy again. You will forever be alone.
Darkness has a way of captivating our spirit. Consuming us thick and tricking us into believing that dawn will never come, only night. Only the emptiness.
But hear me when I say this, Lonely Girl- light HAS come. He has come. He has seen those spaces and places you keep hidden from the world. The things that trap you in your loneliness. He knows the thoughts and regrets that plague you in the night when you feel the most alone. He knows it all.
And the moments when your heart’s mouth cries out to be known, to be loved, to be seen, He is right there, looking right at you….and loving you.
The world will always lie to you. It will tell you that you were a mistake, too screwed up to ever be fixed; destined for solitude. But He who is named TRUTH says otherwise.
He has said that you are more precious than rubies. He has said that you are so worth loving, that life itself is not too great a sacrifice for you. He has said he would never leave you or abandon you. To Him your name is not Lonely. To Him, your name is
Holy, Righteous, & Redeemed
He is for you. I am for you. And a chord of three strands cannot be broken.
So hold hands with me as we hold onto to Him and together we will see just how abundant this life can be.
“For Greater is He that is in me, than he that is in the world.”
You used to be an old friend of mine. We would sit for hours while you told me lie after lie and I would listen. You saw into my heart and you knew the strings to pull bringing me closer to you and farther away from truth and peace. You somehow shadowed my vision so that all I saw in front of me was the painful circumstances at hand. It was as if your home was a deep pit and once I walked through the door I would fall onto your cement floor and stay for awhile.
You sat across from me and told me this life was too much for me. You told me there would be no more money to provide for my needs. You told me there would be no job coming to my door and my searching would go in vain. You told me I would be alone forever and no one would ever want me. You told me that I wasn’t worth much. You told me death would win and I would be left only in sadness without hope. You told me my burdens would continue to push me down and this struggle would get the best of me. You told me there was only light if I could see it, feel it, and sense it. You told me to put my hope only in my friends, family and others who I admired. You taught me how to put people on pedestals and secretly worship them. When I sat there crying you told me I had every right to be upset- I deserved to feel hopeless- I deserved to feel like the victim, to remain the victim. In some twisted way that brought me comfort. In some twisted way it gave me control. You told me God was failing me and He didn’t really care at all.
For some reason I trusted and believed you.
But even in my doubts of a loving God and in my believing of your lies… truth broke through as it always ends up doing. You were wrong. You didn’t tell me- ” He knows what He is doing with me, and when He has tested me, I will come forth as pure gold!!” (Job 23:10)
You didn’t tell me that God may be calling me to live my life without something I never thought I could live without. But if I have Him- I have the only wealth, health, love, honor, and security I really need and cannot lose.
You didn’t tell me that these present burdens are actually mercies from God.
You didn’t tell me when it feels like God is killing me He is actually saving me!!
You didn’t tell me of the redemption that lies at the end of all this. The Joy available to me in every moment. The peace residing in me who is Jesus.
My trust has not been in God but has been in my circumstances, public opinion and my own competence!
I may not always understand… but I now see the truth.
God will provide for all of my needs. (Matthew 6)
I don’t have to fear because God is always with me and I’m never alone. (Isaiah 41:10)
I am worth more than sparrows. (Matthew 10:31) The sparrows were worth nothing… and yet God was concerned with them! He cared for them and not one of them fell to the ground without God knowing. If God is concerned with these birds… how much more He must be concerned with me?
Death may come and sickness may sneak in, but even death cannot overcome me or my God. (1 Cor. 15) There can somehow be peace present in the pain. Unimaginable peace. Unexplainable hope!
There is light. When I don’t see it, feel it, or sense it…. it is there. (2 Sam.22:29, Ps. 27:1, Psalm 4:6, Ps. 119:105, 119:130, John 8:12, 2 Cor. 4:6, 1 Peter 2:9)
God will not fail me. (Jos. 1:5) At times I feel as though He has dropped me from His hands. But in those times I now see my faith is found in God, not my feelings. He is Gracious and Holy. Merciful and Loving.
You’re very good at persuading me to look at what God may not be doing. But you forget that it’s all about who God is.
You won’t win. You cannot have my heart, my thoughts and my body. I have believed your lies too often and now I see the truth. For even when I am discouraged I will look to Him and rejoice in what He did for me, I will have the joy and hope necessary- and the freedom to follow the call of God when times seem at their darkest and most difficult. I choose to not remain a victim. I will stand up and shadow my eyes from the darkness so that all I can see is Him standing there with me- lifting my heavy shoulders, teaching me how to walk again up the mountain, and bringing me out of this shining as pure gold.
“We’ve all felt it- the uncertainty, pain or fear that leaves us on the brink of despair. Perhaps you are feeling it today as you rise to meet what greets you. We close our eyes and drink in the truth like water: He is our hope.”- Anonymous