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I always tell people that it’s like when He finally got me He grabbed my hand and started running, almost as though He had to make up for lost time. And to be honest I’ve never been the strongest runner, so keeping up was hard at times. I often stopped when He wanted me to keep going, took a wrong turn and got lost, or just blatantly started running away from Him in hopes that I could eventually stop running altogether. But it was in this—the failing and disobedience and questions and doubt— that my true testimony was formed.
it's all Him, everyday.
Patiently, He waits for us to seek His face again, to hope again, to believe again. No good thing will He ever withhold from you and all He has is goodness in His heart for you. If it's not good, it's not done yet because He is the giver of the good and perfect. The pain you may feel now will not compare to His glory that will shine through your story. Pain is not the end, but the beginning of something greater.
“...And be sure of this: I am with you always, even to the end of the age.”
Most often, when I begin to dream for something, to hope and wish and pray for something, it sounds like nothing more than a whisper in the wind. Maybe it is because I don’t think it is possible for me to have anything more than just this.
We are closer to our individual selves than anyone besides God can and will ever be. Treat yourself with kindness. Fill your mind with truth and rebuke the lies. To yourself be a friend and not a foe. You have the power to build yourself up or tare yourself down.
Our independence depends on our acceptance to the freedom that was bought for us with sacrificial love.
The acceptance of that freedom depends on our faith in the identity of who we are which is rooted in the One who paid the price for our freedom.