God is sooooo good. There are no words to say that can really give the meaning of what I mean by that. I need to realign my perspective because Ive been falling away and I hope I can help someone out there with this too. We find ourselves in a world full of drama, violence, hate, fear, and anger right now. Each one of us dealing with a battle of our own every day such as depression, anxiety, guilt, loneliness, ect. We forget about the good things in our life and we get so focused on the pain that we start to think that this little bump on our skin that represents our struggle is really a giant flesh consuming cancerous tumor that has engulfed our whole body. The reality is we are just looking at it through a high powered microscope. GOD, through my dad, has reminded me to pull my eyes away from the microscope and readjust my eyes. To look at all of my own issues and battles for what they really are. They are goosebumps compaired to everything he has blessed me with and everything he has in store for me. When you are in the arms of not only the one who created this universe and everything that is within it but the one who is stronger than the entire universe as well, nothing is going to even think about harming you. The only one that can harm you is whats inside those arms and thats yourself. Thats the enemys strategy. It reminds me of someone inside of a sealed clear indestructible box filled with everything you could ever need. There are a group of kids outside your box who want nothing but to scare and hurt you, but they cant get inside. So they find ways to scare you or cause you to forget that your box is indestructible. They act like they are going to throw rocks at your box and tell you its going to shatter like glass. They tell you they are going to break in and steal everything inside, or worse yet, they are going to pull you out so you cant get back in. Pretty soon you are freaking out scared to death and paranoid. You tell yourself Id rather kill myself than let them take my things, or pull me out of here so you grab a knife and start cutting yourself. You have officially started doing the childrens job for them. Then the one who made the box and put you in it and gave you everything knocks on your wall and asks you Why you are doing that? You tell him the entire story and everything that has happened. After you finish telling him he smiles at you. He comes inside your box with the only key to the door, locks it on the way in and puts his arms around you. He cleans the blood from your wounds off and he reminds you what he has done for you. He reminds you of all the times he has helped you and reminds you of everything he has given you. He reassures you that your box is stronger than anything this universe could hit you with and then with a loving voice he asks you a simple question. Why are you scared?. We are sealed by the power of the holy spirit. (Ephesians 1:13) So why are you scared? Dedicated to my dad Rodney Keedy. Love you daddy
Posted on: Tue, 30 Sep 2014 16:07:14 +0000
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