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My last week in Malaysia I sat down to write as I do almost every day. I didn't know the Lord was going to take my entire world race and sum it up in one piece, but He did, and this is it. the culmination of 8 months of preparation and 11 months of tribulation, celebration, releasing hesitations, and waking up the nations:


The other morning I found myself pondering the profound power of the following tools we use, purposely or not, every single day:


Eyes.        Words.      Actions.
 
And what they leave behind.

Impression.         Expression.

And what they propel:

Reaction.
 

Go.     Do.    Be.
 
And what He’s commanded:
 
Be.
Be still.
Be still and know.
Sit.
Listen –
 
More, hear!

The ambient noise in my headphones suddenly comes alive:

“And what am I that you would love me like you do? Who am I that you should care?”

…but He does.

He sees, He speaks, and His actions mean so much more than I’ve yet to even comprehend –

and my little-girl-mind wanders back to the elementary truth of it all in a frenzied panic,

a wrestling match between rejecting and accepting – a mirror of the internal war calling me accepted or rejected.

I claim accepted, as I know I am, and His words challenge mine, replacing them over time.

Does Your love for me make me significant – or is it simply that my significance is in you?

Is there a difference between the two?

Am I truly your reflection?

Yes.

The still small voice pierces,

my panic increases,

grasping at disappearing layersr of my doubt and insecurity as He releases…

Peace in exchange for my pieces.

Eyes open. I'm the one forcing rejection as He's offering me the cloak of His perfection.

I can’t be Your reflection!

in order to reflect Your glory, it would have to outshine my every flaw so entirely that not a corner of a single one of them can be recognized beyond Your glow.

Because in Your glow could never exist my white lies, loose lips, meaningless kisses, or need for accolades.
 

Your splendor looks nothing like my indecisive nature or harbored regret.
 
Your fragrance doesn’t bear a hint of my constant shortcomings or unshaken habit of being 10 minutes behind.

To be a reflection of You would mean not only to look like you – but to exude You,

the way the moon – while made of dead rock – reflects the light from the sun and brings radiance through the night,

and the Son reflects the Maker through death and brings LIFE,

and I reflect the Son – though, in all of my iniquities I am dead, bringing Light.

and…yes. I shine like the stars – the great expanse of light in the heavens – amongst a world of darkness,
 

and in Your light, my death is eclipsed.

To die will be an awfully big adventure, prophesied.

“And where death dies is where all things come alive.”

So here’s to Jesus proclaiming VICTORY over death, calling me into eternity and out of the finite.