Sunday, March 29, 2009
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
The Hand To Pull You Out
Today, in my devotionals... I was led to an awesome piece of scripture... Luke 5:31-32
Jesus answered them "It is not the healthy who need a doctor, but the sick. I have not come to call the righteous, but sinners to repentance."
Wow.
Truth is folks, I am a sinner. I am a hypocrite. I am imperfect.
I have been so torn up inside about my sin... how often I let God down... about how "bad" of a christian I truly am!
Jesus came to save me! Who am I to deserve such sacrifice? Who am I to deserve such mercy and love?!?!
I am glad that I am not perfect. I am so grateful for Jesus' love : The hand that pulls me out!
"It's All Worth Reaching For!"
Jesus answered them "It is not the healthy who need a doctor, but the sick. I have not come to call the righteous, but sinners to repentance."
Wow.
Truth is folks, I am a sinner. I am a hypocrite. I am imperfect.
I have been so torn up inside about my sin... how often I let God down... about how "bad" of a christian I truly am!
Jesus came to save me! Who am I to deserve such sacrifice? Who am I to deserve such mercy and love?!?!
I am glad that I am not perfect. I am so grateful for Jesus' love : The hand that pulls me out!
"It's All Worth Reaching For!"
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
From Personal Experience...
This week i was having issues in a relationship where i was so worried of upsetting the other person but knew that if i were to make that person happy, it would mean compromising my faith.
Quite stressful.
For a lot of my life, i have been pulled down, almost suffocated by worry... mostly worrying about what other people think of me, of other people not accepting me.
God spoke into my spirit after my little situation this week.... it was almost like he was saying, "Who do you want to impress more... your friend? or me?"
That just put everything into perspective.
Why worry about what others think? Why do we do the things we do? do we do it to impress those around us? or are we motivated by impressing our heavenly father? Are we motivated by HIS WILL?
I look at the whole situation very differently now. I refuse to let this overcome me. I REFUSE to stand on rocky grounds just to keep other humans happy... I want to be living to please my God in EVERYTHING I do, not compromising for the sake of those around me.
Hope that helps...
Quite stressful.
For a lot of my life, i have been pulled down, almost suffocated by worry... mostly worrying about what other people think of me, of other people not accepting me.
God spoke into my spirit after my little situation this week.... it was almost like he was saying, "Who do you want to impress more... your friend? or me?"
That just put everything into perspective.
Why worry about what others think? Why do we do the things we do? do we do it to impress those around us? or are we motivated by impressing our heavenly father? Are we motivated by HIS WILL?
I look at the whole situation very differently now. I refuse to let this overcome me. I REFUSE to stand on rocky grounds just to keep other humans happy... I want to be living to please my God in EVERYTHING I do, not compromising for the sake of those around me.
Hope that helps...
Sunday, March 1, 2009
SIT DOWN AND SHUTUP!
Just a little post...
Don't let the enemy win the battle, it's high time that we told him to sit down, shutup and get lost!
SONG LYRICS...... "Enemy's Camp"
"I went to the enemy's camp and I took back what he stole from me.
I took back what he stole from me.
I took back what he stole from me.
I went to the enemy's camp and I took back what he stole from me.
He's under my feet! He's under my feet! He's under my feet! He's under my feet!
He's under my feet! He's under my feet! Satan is under my feet!"
Don't let the enemy win the battle, it's high time that we told him to sit down, shutup and get lost!
SONG LYRICS...... "Enemy's Camp"
"I went to the enemy's camp and I took back what he stole from me.
I took back what he stole from me.
I took back what he stole from me.
I went to the enemy's camp and I took back what he stole from me.
He's under my feet! He's under my feet! He's under my feet! He's under my feet!
He's under my feet! He's under my feet! Satan is under my feet!"
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