Sometimes I think we get this idea that living in forever friendship with God means that we never fall or make mistakes. Almost as if a friendship with the most High is an instant hop into perfection.
Well, yeah. You know as well as I do that that doesn't actually work in real life and is practically a recipe for discouragement.
My fingers typed fast as I asked Him about it in my journal today... Because how can I invest my everything into a friendship that is meant to be forever when I know I'm just going to get confused and fall flat on my face sometime down the road?
His answer was simple but profound. Forever friendship isn't just about the times when we live happily ever after. It's about the times we're flat on our face in the mud. It doesn't stop when we fall. It doesn't end when we loose perspective. My Jesus doesn't give up that easy.
In fact, maybe there is a depth and beauty that is only found when we're lying on our face in the mud, disgusted at ourselves and our frequent mistakes. What if friendship could actually go a level deeper there? What if Love can only reach certain parts of our hearts when we are at our lowest?
So yeah, maybe it's not about walking perfectly but simply holding on to His hand even when we are beaten down and confused. Maybe then we'll find a depth we didn't know existed on the mountaintop.
He whispers it gentle (for the thousandth time) /!: I'm finally starting to believe it...
"We are forever even if you mess up. Even if you loose perspective. I don't give up on my kids that easy..."
Oh am I ever glad You don't... This is love. #dailysoulmoments #lovethatneverletsgo #meaningofforever
Sometimes I think we hang onto things in our lives too tightly. We grasp and we strain and we struggle because we think that letting go will mean the deepest darkness. But sometimes letting go is exactly what He is asking us to do.
Life was never meant to be lived with hands tightly shut and grasping onto what feels like the last threads we have. We were meant to live with our heart and hands wide open to the love of a God who knows best how to make us happy. Sometimes that means He takes away. Sometimes that means He gently takes the broken dreams and treasures out of our hands. And yeah, we might sit and cry for a bit because that's all we thought we ever had. But He's not done. He takes away and then He gives even more richly than we could have imagined before... and sometimes that gift is simply the peace that we experience in the breaking.
The life of true beauty is not the life that never sees pain. It's the life that opens up and feels the deepest of joy and the deepest of hurt because it knows that all pass through the same gentle hands. That soul can throw their arms wide open to the sky because there is nothing that will come that has not already been planned for good.
So yeah. When God comes and asks for your treasures... don't fight Him. Let Him take them. Either He will give them back in ways you never imagined or He will give you even brighter ones. Or just maybe He will give you the best gift of all... A deeper oneness with Himself which is only found in the depths of pain and surrender.
Maybe the freest, sweetest life is the life that tastes the most sacrifice-- willingly.
Sometimes we let the devil treat us like we are this flimsy little toy he can throw around at will. He whispers doubt and fear into our mind and we flat out panic just like he was hoping for. He whispers that we're never going to learn and we believe him as if it was straight truth.
Sure, we don't do it all of the time. But we do it way too much of the time.
In all honesty, the devil is a bully and he will push us around if we give him half a chance. But the beautiful thing is that we don't have to. Ever.
We aren't left to the deviousness of this bully because we have the strongest Friend the universe has ever known and He's not about to watch His kids get bullied by His enemy.
In the end it's up to us though. Because He won't force the devil away if we're perfectly content to let him bully us. He can only rescue us when we ask for it.
Don't let the devil pull you down tonight. Don't let him steal your peace. Stand tall and shout to the heavens that you are eternally safe because you have the strongest Protector the world has ever known.
Because you do. #dailysoulmoments #standupandbestrong
I've been thinking a lot about trust lately... about how adamantly we say we trust God, yet how slow we actually are to trust Him in the deepest and daily aspects of our lives.
Because the thing is... it's not just about how much we trust God. It's about who we trust most.
I was talking to Him just this afternoon and He said it gentle... "You still trust yourself more than you trust me." And I knew right away He was right. I wonder if I'm not the only one.
Yeah, sure, we trust God. But when it comes down to it, do we really trust His advice above our own ideas? Do we really act like He knows better than us? Do we really believe what He thinks about us more than what we think of ourselves?
I don't know about you but I find that my default is still to turn to my own powers of reasoning instead of His... to plan my own day instead of letting Him do it for me.
And really, how can we say we trust Him with our lives if we can't put His reasoning above our own? In every situation?
High calling, I know. At least for me. But isn't He trustworthy? A million times more than we are?
Maybe it's not just about if we trust God or not, but about who we trust most.
Us? Or Him? #dailysoulmoments #whodoittrustmost
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