Hearing the truth about yourself can be hard, I know. And sometimes we aren’t in a place where we can hear… and sometimes…. We are.
I was in that place recently. The open hearted, scary, gut level, ugly crying place, where the truth was staring me in the face. But, oh Lord, it was beautiful. I want this. I won’t grow or heal without this truth.
Galations 5:1 says “It is for freedom, Christ has set us free. Stand firm then and do not let yourselves be burdened again by a yoke of slavery.”
John 8:36. “If the Son sets you free, you will be free indeed.”
Friends, I lived far to long enslaved to that which defeated me. (2 Peter 2:19 HCSB). I let myself be burdened by something I was set free from a long long long time ago. And you know what, I believed a lie about myself. You see, the world wants us to believe we are marked, uglied, and dead. We carry our past mistakes around like dead animal carcasses. All the while they get stinkier and heavier. All the while the burden becomes too hard to bear at times. Yet all the while, freedom from this self inflicted shame is available and ready.
Today, I’m so grateful to say, I stand firm in the freedom from all that I once was. I stand firm knowing that what happened on that cross over 2,000 years ago meant something. It was not for NOTHING Christ died, but indeed, was it not for our sin? If we cannot ever be free, then why did he die? It’s plain old logic playing out for me. I believe it. And I stand firm in it.
And everything else in my life will fall into place understanding this glorious truth about WHO I REALLY AM, and not who I really once was.
So grateful to Rebecca Meidinger and the work being done at http://www.faraboverubiesministry.org/ and her bold and honest way of pointing women, like me, to the gospel truth.
So grateful to Inspiration Point Bible Camp and Retreat Center www.ipoint.org, for being a source of LIGHT, example, leadership, love, and truth to my life for the last 22 years. Oh, how I would not know and hear these beautiful truths if it weren’t for the unabashed, plain old gospel that is shared at camp freely and without restraint.
And so grateful to serve and follow a God who meets me in the middle of every tear, wipes them away, lifts my face into his and whispers love to my heart. Over and over and over again, for as many times as I need to hear, without restraint and without hesitation. Unconditional, white as snow forgiveness and grace poured over me time and time again. I’m so grateful to stand firm in this today. In this freedom and in this truth.
God is able. For me. And for you.
Have a weekend where you rest in truth.