Like a painter dabbing the last bits of paint on the canvas, then taking a step back, He watches the commotion in the hospital room. She's clenching her fists, gasping for air, and remembering her promise. There will be no cursing, no signs of rage... though it is a time of great pain, this is a time of rejoicing and celebration... a time for new life. And just as creation in Romans 8 rejoices at the experience of incomparable glory, she starts to praise the Lord. A smile begins to form as the last bit of wincing fades from her face and the doctors hand her, her new baby girl; the precious gift that God knitted and formed for such a time as this...
It is for such a time as this that I was born. Raised to be an advocate, a voice that cries out in defense of innocent lives, a worshiper, a musician, a poet, a faithful friend, a girl that observes the world in a way unique to her God-given perspective, one who is able to draw people to see the kingdom that is not at all far beyond our reach.
Today is the celebration of 24 years of a wonderful life...19 of those years spent in the joy of knowing Jesus Christ as my Savior. And this blog post, like this day, is to fulfill the purpose of celebrating me, as His precious creation. I do this, not to boast about myself or any accomplishments of my own, but to acknowledge what He has done for me, in me and through me.
I used to have things about myself that annoyed me. I used to search for acceptance in the people around me. I used to identify myself with illness and my failures.
That is no longer me.
There came a day when He spoke the clearest, yet most gentle words that he has ever spoken to me. It was one of those days, one of those times when I went to pray for one thing and got a completely different and unexpected response from God.
That is no longer me.
There came a day when He spoke the clearest, yet most gentle words that he has ever spoken to me. It was one of those days, one of those times when I went to pray for one thing and got a completely different and unexpected response from God.
"God, this is something I've wondered for so long. I believe You can heal me, despite what anyone else says. I believe that You're more than able. Does that mean I should just rely on You for my health concerns? Let me know what to do, I'll trust You, God..."
Silence, preceded by a wave of peace was what immediately followed.
"I made you perfect inside and out."
And with that the first of about four tears took a dive for the wooden table that my head had hung over. These weren't the bitter, cold tears that cut deep as they roll down; but these were warm tears that soothed with each bit of sweetness that hit my mouth.
That was the day that I knew there was no more need for striving, no need for believing the condemnation and lies.
I am fearfully and wonderfully made. I am His.
And with that the first of about four tears took a dive for the wooden table that my head had hung over. These weren't the bitter, cold tears that cut deep as they roll down; but these were warm tears that soothed with each bit of sweetness that hit my mouth.
That was the day that I knew there was no more need for striving, no need for believing the condemnation and lies.
I am fearfully and wonderfully made. I am His.
In the words of Shawn McDonald...
I am perfectly done.
I know what Love sees when Love sees me.
Thank You, Jesus, for Your sacrifice; set long before the world was formed.
Thank You God for making me,
for choosing me,
Thank You God for making me,
for choosing me,
for loving me.
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