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Monday, October 25, 2010

God uses the weak.

I got a phone call from my mom shortly after my post went up earlier today, concerned that I sounded depressed. Which is fairly accurate, considering I am generally a happy, at peace, confident person. And I know in my heart that is who God has made me, through His Son I can confidently stand, knowing my future glory and sainthood. I think what is beautiful about how I have been feeling lately is that I have been able to remember how much God uses weakness. Where I falter, He stands strong, where I cannot carry on, He carries my burden. These are promises He makes to us.

Psalm 55:22 " Cast your burden on the LORD, and he will sustain you; he will never permit
the righteous to be moved."

I know this passage is probably referencing a burden of physical pain, workload, emotional pain or stress, or something we usually think of that needs to be fixed in our life. But I think that my burden can also be the challenges about life that I cannot fix, my own sin, can be given to God. He took it long ago when He gave His spotless son. Why in the world do I carry any of my sin with me? That is so foolish. Paul tells us if we knew who we were, we would never sin, and the possibility that we could even sin is absolutely ridiculous (Romans 6-8?). But our old man rises up occasionally, and the Holy Spirit inside of me must be renewed. I live, because of Christ, I live. Because of Christ, I will one day be a complete human in the form I was meant to be. Already, He is making me like Him, because we are connected. Already, from my birth, from the time I was seven, from the time I realized that Christ has always been a part of me, God has loved me. And this is what moves me.

God DOES love in an emotional sense. It is not just a love that is care and concern; He chose me. He wants me. He desires me. He wants me to look His way, give Him my gaze. Knowing this fills my heart every morning when I arise. I wake up, look out the window and think "I am in the most perfect relationship I could ever be in right now, with you Lord, you have my love and I have yours."

Maybe that sounds silly, or overly emotional and like I talk to God as if He is my boyfriend. Well, God is not my boyfriend. He is my Father, my King, my Bridegroom. So I'll continue to talk to my Papa like that, because He is what gives me life. He is why I rise. And in that is always where true Joy is found. My hope, joy, strength, sustenance and life is in something that I cannot control, contain, box in or even fully understand. My life is in the hands of the Almightly, the Creator, the One who gives and takes away.

How could I ever worry? I pray that my faith might grow a little each day, so I can more fully know and comprehend each promise God has given to me, so I can live more confidently each day a Life that is rooted and grounded in Him.





2 comments:

JalapeƱo said...

Wow, Emma...such honest words exposing yourself. I commend that spirit of bravery. I find myself uplifted from your words...from His words...keep this going. It's a great ministry.

Donna Boucher said...

The JOY of the Lord is my strength.

Balance baby.

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