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i know who i am

pudgy legs kicking. waters falling to mysterious depths below, and stretching beyond my vision. fear.

two hands grasping mine. a life float around my waist. faith.

a voice within bringing back visions of drowning, of sharp teeth and rough scales. terror.

a voice without telling me to kick, telling me that i can swim. obedience.

reality limits.

living in the real world is not about being strong. it's about yielding to the voices that tell you that you are - too tall, too short, too fat, too pimply, too nerdy, too inadequate, too ugly, too loud, too quiet, too stupid, too wild, too dull, too poor, too insignificant, too unglamorous, too tomboyish, too effeminate, too clumsy - not good enough. that even before you try, you are bound to fail because of the reality of your circumstances, because of who you are - and what you are not. obviously.

but then it says in the Word: good news. you are the head and not the tail. be holy, as I am holy. the Lord is the helper of your countenance. He gives wisdom to those who ask. you are the apple of His eye. do not despise your youth. i have made a way out for you. the glory of the youth is their strength. you can bear the fruits of gentleness, kindness, love, joy, discipline... you will be a blessing. you can overcome. you have the victory in Christ. you can prosper financially and in all areas of your life, just as your soul prospers. you are not alone, Jesus is with you till the end of the age. you are forgiven. you are clean. you are loved by love itself. ask and you will receive. you have grace and mercy without limit. you are worthy enough for Him to die for.

how do you learn to swim, move on in life? you lift your eyes from the reality of your circumstances, and focus on the face of your father. trust what he says about you, and you'll find the faith to start kicking.

don't live life clueless about what you've been given; the identity and the resources that is in God.

Comments

Jeannette said…
AMEN and AMEN!! Inspiring post Jo :]
Cel said…
jo i want to kiss u. those are the words of my heart too. kambatte! =D
God reigns!

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