In the morning when I rise, give me Jesus
A few people have asked me recently why I haven't been blogging. Well the truth is I've been trying, since at least March, but I just haven't made it yet. I think constantly of new topics to share but constantly feel inadequate in my experience, words, or guidance to share with those younger (or older than me) my thoughts on certain topics.
The Lord's been showing me recently that I need to let him be my joy. I need to be filled with his love for his people and be his vessel in showing joy and love and kindness and compassion. I need to not be so focused on my inadequacy and focus more on how perfect my maker is. So, today I will not feel inadequate. Today I will show his love and kindness and joy and compassion and peace and patience through my broken life. Today I will not question my maker. Lord, let me be your vessel.
Romans 9:19-23
19 You will say to me then, “Why does he still find fault? For who can resist his will?” 20 But who are you, O man, to answer back to God? Will what is molded say to its molder, “Why have you made me like this?” 21 Has the potter no right over the clay, to make out of the same lump one vessel for honorable use and another for dishonorable use? 22 What if God, desiring to show his wrath and to make known his power, has endured with much patience vessels of wrath prepared for destruction, 23 in order to make known the riches of his glory for vessels of mercy, which he has prepared beforehand for glory—
"but who are you, O man, to answer back to God?" Don't question your maker. You are made for big plans, any way the Lord is using you is for good and has a purpose. Maybe you're wiping up runny noses or changing diapers, maybe you're working constantly and barely have time to rest. Maybe you are just living a 'boring' life. Know that God has a purpose for your life. Know that it doesn't matter who you are, God will shine through your life if you allow yourself to be filled with him. Lay your problems, your desires, your heart down at his feet. Who better to serve than the one who knows every part of your being?
Psalm 139:7-18
7 Where shall I go from your Spirit?
Or where shall I flee from your presence?
8 If I ascend to heaven, you are there!
If I make my bed in Sheol, you are there!
9 If I take the wings of the morning
and dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea,
10 even there your hand shall lead me,
and your right hand shall hold me.
11 If I say, “Surely the darkness shall cover me,
and the light about me be night,”
12 even the darkness is not dark to you;
the night is bright as the day,
for darkness is as light with you.
13 For you formed my inward parts;
you knitted me together in my mother's womb.
14 I praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made.
Wonderful are your works;
my soul knows it very well.
15 My frame was not hidden from you,
when I was being made in secret,
intricately woven in the depths of the earth.
16 Your eyes saw my unformed substance;
in your book were written, every one of them,
the days that were formed for me,
when as yet there was none of them.
17 How precious to me are your thoughts, O God!
How vast is the sum of them!
18 If I would count them, they are more than the sand.
I awake, and I am still with you.
xoxoxo
HG <><
Psalm 139:7-18
7 Where shall I go from your Spirit?
Or where shall I flee from your presence?
8 If I ascend to heaven, you are there!
If I make my bed in Sheol, you are there!
9 If I take the wings of the morning
and dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea,
10 even there your hand shall lead me,
and your right hand shall hold me.
11 If I say, “Surely the darkness shall cover me,
and the light about me be night,”
12 even the darkness is not dark to you;
the night is bright as the day,
for darkness is as light with you.
13 For you formed my inward parts;
you knitted me together in my mother's womb.
14 I praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made.
Wonderful are your works;
my soul knows it very well.
15 My frame was not hidden from you,
when I was being made in secret,
intricately woven in the depths of the earth.
16 Your eyes saw my unformed substance;
in your book were written, every one of them,
the days that were formed for me,
when as yet there was none of them.
17 How precious to me are your thoughts, O God!
How vast is the sum of them!
18 If I would count them, they are more than the sand.
I awake, and I am still with you.
xoxoxo
HG <><
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