A Time to be Humble and a Time to Roar

 

There are times for being humble and there are times for shouting our praises. The gifts God has blessed us with should be embraced not hidden. I heard it said that light always wins. That is so true. Darkness can only remain until light is introduced. Jesus is our light and we should not hide it but let it shine on others in the most illuminating ways. The song we learned in Sunday school of this little light of mine is true. 

Over the past decades I have moved from avoiding talk of Jesus at all cost due to a relative that pounds people with Him rather than encouraging them to know Him. This movement toward a boldness in faith has happened out of my need that my story may help one more person to be enfolded in Christ’s arms is my life’s work. To know Him and to make Him known is my life’s mission. How could I not want others to experience the love and kindness that I get to live in?

 Stepping out with Jesus is not just to gain heaven. It is to never be alone here and now. It is to know that He is not waiting for us to clean up to come to Him but wants us covered in our messes so He can hold us in His arms. Jesus is the one who adopted me and says it is okay if I fall short or are not enough. The goal is not to be enough but to be loved just as I am. 

Can I tell you that when I opened my laptop and chose this quote, I thought I was writing a totally different blog. But this is where my heart goes when I let God lead my words and thoughts. So you aren’t reading about the anti Israel protestors who know nothing of being humble but believe that the louder they shout the more they will be heard. Instead, my post is about the one who loves us always and will lean in no matter how misguided our steps. Christ’s gentle hands not only embrace me but guide me in ways I often don’t even recognize. But this happens most when I stay connected to Him and spend time in His word and His presence. 

Most of you know that my morning practice is to get up early, sip hot, black coffee, and do a Bible study. Following that up with a writing that allows me to share my heart, my worries, my triumphs and my faith. I don’t boldly give my book away to shine a light on me. But to share the steps I walked after losing my son and how Jesus held me each and every step. It is said that Jesus is not our crutch but our stretcher. I am so glad that He gave me this platform to show how I went from needing Him to carry me on that stretcher to being able to step out with Him hand in hand. He is right there with you just as He is with me. That is why I want you to be enveloped in His love and acceptance. We don’t earn His love and salvation. It is freely given and with that is the comfort that we KNOW we are His and don’t have to wonder if we did enough to earn it. 

In Him,

Joyful