There’s a Bible–ya’ know, that God-breathed book that we read and ponder and search. We may seek God by reading it. We should often pursue the Word of God.
There are times, though, when God seeks us by putting Godly people in our lives; these Godly people speak truths into our lives. We may try to deny them but God is passionate, so He eventually puts the Truth in our way so that we stub our toes on them.
Maybe I have to blame this on being female or maybe I have to blame it on being a PK. I dunno. At any rate, I have high expectations of myself. And others. But of myself, for the purpose of this post. I attempt to be realistic but sometimes I fail; it is a rare occasion that I look at myself through those rose-colored glasses. I see the worst in myself [as many of us do]. In fact, right now, I am hating the fact that I have used the word “I” so many times in this stinkin’ paragraph. [Sadly, this must continue, since this post is going to be a lot about me; I’m feeling ego-centric, right now.]
Anyway, I’m female and a PK, so I have high expectations of myself. I’m hard on myself. I don’t give myself a break. [Gosh, there’s got to be some sort of analogy I could use that would prevent me from typing the word “I” one more friggin’ time. Or I’ll try another way:] So, when attempting to get through a problem that doesn’t seem solvable, PK/female attempts to be fair to others, but ends up putting herself down. She feels ugly on the inside and even feels as though she’s not being fair. She often despises her gut reaction and its Godlessness, which is okay. Except the enemy whispers in her ear, capitalizing on her imperfect state of humanness and referencing scriptures referring to logs in one’s own eyes and saw dust in others’ to make her feel terrible–not to build her up, but to tear her down and bring her lower, further frustrating her and getting her no where and fast.
At a low point like this, kind words made their way to her ear. Repeatedly. Passionately. Unquenched. Honestly, at first, it annoyed her. “Okay, that’s good; I get the point,” she thought. Then. Then. Then, she was stricken. She realized that God was saying these things to her–not just the mortal who was physically voicing the words. It moved her. To tears. And to silence. God finds her beautiful; God thinks she’s wonderful; God is captivated by her. Even at this low point, even when she was not feeling like she was being a “good Christian,” God is gracious: He cuts her some slack; He calls her beautiful; He recognizes the intentions of the heart and treasures her. He wants the best for her. He sees both how far she’s come and how far she will go. He adores her.
Now, this is going to be rewritten in the first person in an attempt to quit running from these truths. I hope you, devoted reader, will glean at least one truth for yourself. Christ is, afterall, in love with you.
“At a low point like this, kind words made their way to my ear. Repeatedly. Passionately. Unquenched. Honestly, at first, it annoyed me. “Okay, that’s good; I get the point,” I thought. Then. Then. Then, I was striken. I realzied that God was saying these things to me–not just the mortal who physically voices the words. It moved me. To tears. And to silence. God finds me beautiful; God thinks I’m wonderful; God is captivated by me. Even at this low point, even when I was not feeling like I was being a “good Christian,” God is gracious: He cuts me some slack; He calls me beautiful; He recognizes the intentions of my heart and treasures me. He wants the best for me. He sees both how far I’ve come and how far I’ll go. Christ adores me.