Who Are You Really?
Your real character is who you are behind closed doors. So who are you?
Your real character is who you are behind closed doors. So who are you?
I might not be able to go back in time and encourage myself in those first few years of motherhood to stand boldly in what the Lord was asking me to do, but I can encourage you young new Momma…
The lessons I’ve been learning in spiritual leadership will be a post I plan to share in the future, but it’s important to note that it was largely my laziness in leadership that kept me stuck where I was as a complacent Christian.
You know, the Christian who says they put their faith in Jesus, that they believe in God, and show up to do the church thing on Sunday, but they walk back out those doors with zero heart change or transformation. One whose life doesn’t bear the fruit Paul talks about in Galatians 5. All because I wasn’t putting in the work to remain in him like Jesus tells us to do in John 15.
I know I had intended to previously write a man series, and that, like many things in my life, unfortunately fizzled. However I’ve recently found myself with the urge to write again, with the sole purpose to tell you all about it. My hope is that the lessons God has been graciously teaching me can also be a blessing to you and your family.
To the Wilted Women,
You’ll find your voice again, and when you do, don’t be afraid to use it.
Sincerely,
A Wilted Woman on the rise…
Jesus, was it hard?
Was it hard to be mocked and made fun of?
Was it hard to be accused of things you didn’t do?
Was it hard to remain quiet through the betrayal and lies?
Did you want the truth to be revealed at that moment, or was it enough to know that God had a plan far greater than your own ability to defend yourself?
Verse: John 16:33 Song: Worthy by Elevation Worship Written by: Jessi Drost It’s the abuse that broke you. It’s the diagnosis that left you feeling helpless. It’s the criticism from others that slowly wore you down to nothing. It’s the inability to measure up and be enough that suffocated you. It’s the people who didn’t…
As I read through Deuteronomy chapter 1 this morning, I realized how much I still have in common with the Israelites. Wandering through the wilderness for 40 years, they were finally brought to the promised land, and instead of running in, arms lifted high in thanks to God, they rebelled… again.
I was on my hands and knees, cleaning behind the toilet when the thought hit me…
“Thank you lord that my identity is no longer in what I do… because I would feel like a total failure right now if it was!”
Sometimes Lord, I hate that this is my story. That my life is riddled with pain and brokenness and betrayal. That time and time again, the sin of others wounded me so deep. That I bear the scars, and I have to walk this road of sickness and healing, when they appear to get off free.