The woman at the well…I’ve always been drawn to her. Her pain. Her need. How Jesus saw her real need—her need for Him. The need she tried to fill in with others but that could only be satisfied by Him.
I think there’s a bit of her in me. Maybe there is in you too. My prayers began the journey to that very revelation, a similar well-type encounter. “God, I long to be closer to you. For you to be pleased. What am I doing wrong? Show me. Tell me.” [more]
“Release. Just release. You’ve done the work, now release it and let God handle the outcome. Just release.”
Those words of wisdom from a friend rained down from my head to my heart over the next 24 hours, the last 24 hours of my time at the beach with the Lord.
I had gone there for 3 days to get away, to get perspective, unsure of what I would hear, when she offered those words of unsolicited but very needed advice. She didn’t know the chaos that was pummeling me from every side like a summer hurricane. Her words were simple, yet profound, speaking into several areas of my life at once and confirming what God had already been saying.
Just as our military’s sacrifice comes at a price, so too did Jesus’s sacrifice. Today’s post reflects on the cost to us.
Insecurities hold us back. Surrendering our insecurities to God is the first step toward walking in freedom.
