Today I spent hours reading the blogs of my fellow squadmates. (It’s like I miss them or something…) Blog after blog I am blown away by their words and wisdom. I can’t believe I get to know these people, to love them, minister with them, and learn from them this year. I read blogs from before the race and the ones posted now and I am floored at the incredible insight that they’ve received from the Holy Spirit. It gives me so much joy when I see God moving in their lives and breaking chains. What an incredible blessing it is to be the people who get to reach His people.
Every time we hug a child
Every bowl of food served
Every English lesson taught
Every wall painted
Every chore done
Every feedback session ( -_- )
We get to do it for the people God sent His only son to die for. We get to do it for each other!
As I read I’m reminded of the Freedom we declared last month in Thailand. Freedom from perfection, control, pornography, false identity, worthlessness, low self value, depression, anxiety….you get the point! Yo! We are free!
Don’t forget that. I’m here to remind you that you’ve got 50 something people who witnessed those chains break. Sometimes we think that when we drop the ball that we have to go through a process of struggle to get it back. Not that it isn’t going to be a battle, but we forget grace is given FREELY. There’s nothing we could do to earn it back.
I admit that I forgot it this month. I dropped the ball and didn’t bother to pick it up. I even let it roll a couple feet before stopping it with my foot and even then I didn’t bend over immediately to pick it up.
I’ve had a lot of down time to myself this month. In between teaching classes and helping to cook the occasional meal it’s been so chill. A little too chill.
Sometimes when we’re a little too comfy it’s the best time for the enemy to throw you off and isolate you.
I’ve taken a spiritual beating this month and I’ve taken a few steps backwards. I’ve felt defeated and I’ve felt alone. It’s in these moments that I remember “My strength is made perfect in your weakness.”
Sometimes we allow the moments of failure to define the outcome of our situation.
We fail to recognize the 80%….60%….or maybe even 20% victory we have the rest of the time. We overlook the fact that even the tiny bit is still something to celebrate.
Boasting in my weakness sounds so whack! But I’m beginning to understand it more and more each day.
The reality is we have 100% victory 100% of the time. When will we allow ourselves to walk in it?
Jesus paid it ALL. Like all of it , home slice.
