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This is one of my best friends’ babies. In her hands is a custom order from someone who’s friend lost her son to suicide last week. A son who was this age once. A son who was fiercely loved and valued and squeezed tight. A son who will always be their baby. My heart cannot fathom the overwhelming grief. Our only hope? To lift our eyes to the One who is our help in every season and situation. Jesus, come quickly.
It seems the Lord is teaching me a deeper (more experiential) meaning of what Paul talks about when he describes servants of God as “sorrowful, yet always rejoicing” (2 Corinthians 6:10a). • You see, there is so much good happening. So much joy, provision, and depth of community. So many doors opening. So many opportunities to minister and be ministered to. So much love and humility and grace and kindness and care that it has made me—quite literally—cry into a plate of chicken and waffles from the mercy of it all. • These scattered beams can only be explained by the Lord, who is dropping joy bombs and grace explosions all around. • But it’s not all chicken and waffles. • (Link to blog post in profile ❤️)
“All in all, it was a never-to-be forgotten summer—one of those summers which comes seldom into any life, but leave a rich heritage of beautiful memories in their going—one of those summers which, in a fortunate combination of delightful weather, delightful friends, and delightful doings, come as near to perfection as anything can come in this world.” -L.M. Montgomery
“[It is] as if [David] had said, Separated from God I am nothing, and all that I attempt to do ends in nothing; but when I come to Him, I find an abundant supply of strength. It is highly necessary for us to consider what we are without God; for no man will cast himself wholly upon God, but he who feels himself in a fainting condition, and who despairs of the sufficiency of his own powers. We will seek nothing from God but what we are conscious of wanting in ourselves. ...the reason why God is represented as a portion is, because He alone is abundantly sufficient for us, and because in Him the perfection of our happiness consists.” -John Calvin, on Psalm 73:26

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Monday Morning Munch No. 27 – Such was I

God saves good people

During the last week or so, several things have happened that have made me so grateful for where God has placed me and for whom He has placed me around. For my morality and upbringing, my early salvation, the leadership I’ve been under, the experiences I’ve had and the divine protection and shield of grace that God has used in my life more times than I even know.

These times of realizing  just how extraordinarily blessed I am, are moments which should be completely beheld in awe of God’s mercy and my heart should dissolve in thankfulness.

But sometimes those moments of gratitude take a turn for self-centered land and a form of pride erupts in my heart. 

Oh, but God. He is so good and He knows exactly how to humble you so you see how high and praiseworthy He  is (not my supposed superiority).

He uses things like this verse (which has been a constant ringing in my soul this week–oh thank You, Lord for Your Word which comes to mind from Your Holy Spirit to point us back to You. Oh, how I need the Gospel daily):

“And such were some of you. But you were washed, you were sanctified, you were justified in the name of the Lord Jesus Christ and by the Spirit of our God.” -1 Corinthians 6:11

And such were some of you.
And such was I.

BUT GOD. Saved me.

Me. Who was moral and did and said all the right things–even in regards to God–but was a Pharisee of the Pharisees.

Me. Whose good works was leading her farther away from Christ and closer to the flames of hell.

He saved me. He bought me with a price. The price of His own kid. His beloved jewel. He became my sin. My pardon. My debt payer.

His death gave me life.

He drank the cup of God’s wrath, drank it down, turned the cup over and said:

“It. Is. Finished.”
Paid. In. Full.

Forsaken so I could be taken.
Humbled so I could be lifted to Him.
Wrapped His light in wounded flesh so I could stand before the Father shining with the light of His glory.
Despised so I could be welcomed.
Beaten so I could be covered in His blood.
Nailed down so I could be free.
Hurt so I could be healed.
Struck down so I would not be destroyed.
Died so I could live.

He is my life, He gave me life. He is worthy of all my praise, glory and adoration.

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