I dont even know how I want to start this blog post. My mind is cluttered and my heart feels like its been ripped out of my chest. The more I sit here, I think about all the good times since I have surrendered to God and I think about all the bad times. Honestly there aren't many bad times. Since I have given everything to Christ, He has blessed me so much. He is always there, and even through the bad times, He finds some way to make me smile or to make something go right. I guess this past weekend was one of those bad times. The enemy ATTACKED ME. When God uses us the most, the enemy attacks. I gave my testimony to a group of women from First Baptist Concord on Sunday. It was a total blessing, and I guess I hadn't ever told my full testimony to anyone yet. I cried, to say the least. Well this past week I just didn't spend much time with God. I would think about it, but I just wouldn't open my bible. I still can't figure out why. Maybe satan? Maybe laziness? Well, what I do know is, I was about to be attacked.
Even though the enemy was attacking me, God was with me. He will always be with me. But God also put people in my life this past weekend to strengthen me. I wasn't alone. That is a key word right there.
"Who am I, but the dust of the Most High?" We are going to mess up. We are going to do wrong and we are going to make mistakes. But our hearts belong to the King and you can rest assured that tomorrow...IT STILL WILL. You can do nothing about today but learn, so grow.
I dont know about you, but that just gave me chills. The most amazing thing in the world is the amount of grace our God has for us. The fact that HE NEVER STOPS FIGHTING. I use imagery a lot when I am referring to God or my relationship with God, it gives me a more in depth explanation of what I'm trying to say... I guess. So what I see for the phrase up there is God and Satan fighting. Not just arguing but literally going to war, and when satan is attacking me, God, my God is right there fighting for me. Never backing down. My eyes are forming tears as I type this just thinking about that picture. God fighting for me. Even though I make mistakes, even though I turn around and sin and sin again, my heart belongs to the King and I can rest assured that tomorrow, it still will.
What gets me up in the morning is the fact that I no longer have a meaningless life to live, I belong to a Father that has ravished me with His love and has showered me with His grace. The fact that I KNOW God has an incredible plan for my life. I was just talking to God the other night when I was about to go to sleep and do you ever wish or long for God to just be here with you in human form? Just once? In my hardest times I just pray and pray and I find myself getting angry with God because the only one I want comfort from is Him. What I forget is that He also longs to be with His children. But just sometimes I get angry because he isn't in human form. Well as I'm laying there getting frustrated with Him because I can't literally see him, I feel this huge presence of comfort. Does that make sense? Haha. This sounds weird I guess, but I felt him just hugging me. I was almost in shock, I didn't want to move because I didn't ever want that feeling to go away. It was just him reassuring me that He was with me. HE ALWAYS IS. Through all my trials and tribulations, struggles and problems he is strengthening me.
Every time we believe the lie that we are still who we used to be, we are acting like grace never found us.
"Thats right. Because, I, Your God have a firm grip on you, don't panic, I'm right here to help you."
God knows my hearts true desire is to live for Him completely, I only want Him.