Traveling this journey of life, do you feel as if the path is dark and you’re unsure how you’ll get to your destination? Will daylight come? Faith-filled encouragement for a life full of unknowns.
The sting of comparison hurts, doesn’t it? Oh how many times I have written or spoken about the fact that comparison steals our joy. Yet, I did it again. I took my eyes off God and His promises and looked with desire at what God is doing in and through others, wishing that was me. I’m not proud of it. In fact, it brings a bit of shame and embarrassment. My heart’s desire is to be content with what God is doing in, through, with, and for me.
“But Lord, you promised…” I pleaded as I recalled words spoken over me and to me years ago. “I just don’t understand what’s taking so long. Did I hear you incorrectly?”
Do you ever struggle with the “if it’s going to be, it’s up to me” mentality? Do you ever find yourself striving for the approval of others, even God, by trying to do enough, be good enough, accomplish enough?
For many years, that could have been my autobiography. Until I became deathly ill and could suddenly do nothing but exist. During that time, God gently showed me that He didn’t love me because of what I did or didn’t do, but because I was His daughter. That was a life-changer for me!
As a result, I’m thrilled to introduce you to my friend, Katie Reid, who is going to share with you her revelations with respect to this. I know you’ll be blessed!
Repeatedly throughout Scripture, God reminds us of our true identity: who we are and whose we are. It is crucial to hide the Word of God in your heart, so when the lying whispers of the enemy attack, you can refute them with truth. For those days when you need the encouraging reminder, here are just a few of those verses that declare the truth about our identity.
I don’t know about you, but some days I just need a reminder that God is still on His throne, and is still at work in my life, working all things together for my good and for His glory. It’s easy to become negative and plunge into a pity-party, indulging in the “woe is me” song that occasionally gets stuck in a repeat loop in our mind.