I pray that we can wake up and realize the potential that we all have in Christ. I have many doubts and lies that I believe in myself that I have to bring to the Cross. Rend our garments and mourn for deliverance, it's time to take our faith to the next level. A lot of us believe lies, even lies that have been planted years ago. I am a testament to that. Christ can renew us. I even see this week the struggle I had bringing truth to lies, because the lie was so deeply embedded in my mind that it became a tree of death. But resist the devil and he will flee. I sometimes get upset because I see people with instantaneous deliverance and I kinda have to struggle per se. But that in itself is a sin - comparing myself to others. But God is the faithful witness and He doesn't lie. He has plans to prosper us. It is only when we give up on God that He can't continue to work in us. It's through the brokenness of the heart, that he creates his masterpiece. There are two analogies I will use:
1. Someone once told me how our life is like a piece of tapestry. On the back it looks like a bunch of lines but once the work is complete and you see the carpet, it is quite the work.
2. A mosaic: Essentially a bunch of broken pieces but make up a larger image that we did not quite see when we started our work.
So you may not see why you are going through what you go through but God works in mysterious ways
I'll bring this home...
I don't remember this but apparently when I was a kid I had speech problems. Like, I was 4 and couldn't formulate proper words or sentences, my speech skills were severely impeded. People told my uncle that he should prescribe pills to help me with my speech. He objected and just trusted that things would work out. My cousin even told me that she thought I would be deemed a 'dumb' kid throughout school. Eventually, uncle said , to his dismay, that I became quite the chatterbox (I was 6-8 when I could talk normally). Throughout school, teachers always said that I talked too much and became the cause of much disruption in the classroom. At work, I sometimes forget that I'm at work and I communicate with people via screaming Lol. I remember my accounting teacher telling me that I have an announcer voice (now I don't know if that was sarcasm or out of annoyance, but I take that as a compliment). My cousin was even surprised that I ended being a straight A student. She told me twice, once in middle school and once last year that I guess God does work in mysterious ways. Now, I love to talk and write and hopefully would like to pursue such things. God saw life when no one else did as well as my uncle, who knows what would have happened if I took those pills....
PS. God is so cool. I'm trying to not indulge in worldly music and trust the pied piper has been bringing songs to my mind. Must resist Fleetwood (yes I am an old soul I blame my uncle), it is really enticing. I was raised with oldies like Springsteen and Young. It's carnal, but you gotta admit that was some 'good' music, the devil knows what he's doing. I remember saying to myself that I want some good worship music not some cliches. Because I feel a lot of worship is filled with all this unnecessary noise. I personally prefer acoustic things...but that's jut me. Anyways, God showed me this group, thanks God. Slowly I'm seeing how God can meet our innermost desires which is something I am just learning and learning to love.