Although my perfectionism runs rampant most of the time, it’s here in these pages where I’m learning to let go and not concern myself with pretty and perfect, at least not so much in style and technique. Perfect comes instead by way of the Father’s voice reverberating inside, sometimes soothing, sometimes convicting, but Perfect just the same.
Contemplating the characteristics of God.
Contemplating who I am in God.
Contemplating His faithful promise.
This is what the Lord says: “When seventy years are completed for Babylon, I will come to you and fulfill my good promise to bring you back to this place. For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future. Then you will call on me and come and pray to me, and I will listen to you. You will seek me and find me when you seek me with all your heart. I will be found by you,” declares the Lord, “and will bring you back from captivity. I will gather you from all the nations and places where I have banished you,” declares the Lord, “and will bring you back to the place from which I carried you into exile.”
Learning to believe God’s word is like a cage door opening.
To the Jews who had believed him, Jesus said, “If you hold to my teaching, you are really my disciples. Then you will know the truth, and the truth will set you free.”
Simple. Straight forward. Often difficult.
My response to the Halloween hoopla around me.
Then he turned toward the woman and said to Simon, “Do you see this woman? I came into your house. You did not give me any water for my feet, but she wet my feet with her tears and wiped them with her hair. You did not give me a kiss, but this woman, from the time I entered, has not stopped kissing my feet. You did not put oil on my head, but she has poured perfume on my feet. Therefore, I tell you, her many sins have been forgiven—as her great love has shown. But whoever has been forgiven little loves little.”
Then Jesus said to her, “Your sins are forgiven.”
The other guests began to say among themselves, “Who is this who even forgives sins?”
Jesus said to the woman, “Your faith has saved you; go in peace.”
Instant junk mail inspiration.
When I first realized that strongholds were not only a demonic thing.
And, with God in that position, there’s little room for any else.
The Lord is my light and my salvation—
whom shall I fear?
The Lord is the stronghold of my life—
of whom shall I be afraid?
“Through Thick and Thin”
While reading Beth Moore’s Believing God.
A glorified Sticky Note, if you will.
Simple. Straight forward. Saving.