Whenever I need encouragement, I remember--meditate on--the following truths:
God's will for my life is never late--or early for that matter. His timing is exquisite because His wisdom is grounded in love.
He ONLY gives good gifts. Never does He give a "stone" when "bread" is what I need and asked for.
My self-worth is based solely on who I am in Christ. My life is "hidden" in Christ. When the Father looks at me, He sees His Son.
This day will hold a myriad of opportunities for me to show His love and acceptance to others.
I am God's child. He deliberately adopted me into His family because He wants to spend eternity--which includes today--being my Abba, my Daddy. He rejoices in the family resemblance He is building into my life.
All my worst yesterdays will be changed from weeping to laughter.
He feels with me, not just for me.
I can do all things through Christ who gives me His strength--the strength of joy.
I have never prayed a prayer He hasn't answered for my good and His glory.
One day I will see His face, hold those nail-scarred hands, bask in His smile.
I can't make Him stop loving me. I re-read Romans 8:35-39 often. Slowly.
He understands discouragement having experienced it Himself.
God's will for my life is never late--or early for that matter. His timing is exquisite because His wisdom is grounded in love.
He ONLY gives good gifts. Never does He give a "stone" when "bread" is what I need and asked for.
My self-worth is based solely on who I am in Christ. My life is "hidden" in Christ. When the Father looks at me, He sees His Son.
This day will hold a myriad of opportunities for me to show His love and acceptance to others.
I am God's child. He deliberately adopted me into His family because He wants to spend eternity--which includes today--being my Abba, my Daddy. He rejoices in the family resemblance He is building into my life.
All my worst yesterdays will be changed from weeping to laughter.
He feels with me, not just for me.
I can do all things through Christ who gives me His strength--the strength of joy.
I have never prayed a prayer He hasn't answered for my good and His glory.
One day I will see His face, hold those nail-scarred hands, bask in His smile.
I can't make Him stop loving me. I re-read Romans 8:35-39 often. Slowly.
He understands discouragement having experienced it Himself.
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