My Journey To Grace- Taking Off The Mask Of Religion

Hi! My name is Rosie. I actually really do love you, and I mean that now.

Before, this wasn’t true. Why?

I lived a life seeped in religion.  In other words, bondage, at it’s finest.

I grew up in church and by the time I was 18, I was a perfectionist at slipping on a “believers mask”.

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For a long time, I thought that mask was the real me. I did and said all the right things, I turned up my nose to sin, and worked really hard at controlling my flesh.

I had a pathetic relationship with God, but I could tell you all about him. Oh could I tell you about him.

I read my bible faithfully and prayed every morning. And when I didn’t, I felt guilty. I would wake up wondering how to live my Christian life every. single. day.

I listened to hours of teachings. I took classes, went to weekends, held leadership positions.

I was ‘happy’.

I led a comfortable life with lots of friends, and thought God was VERY pleased with all of my efforts.

But, on the inside, I still struggled with sin and mounds of unbelief.

I hated the way I looked. I hated my weight. I hated my voice. I hated my failed efforts.

I hated that I didn’t pray enough. I was afraid, I was incredibly judgmental,

and worst of all,

I was a know-it-all elitist.

Pride was my weapon and I was really good at calling it “the word of God”.

This is not a bash on my Church. I believe this happens in EVERY CHURCH. In simple terms:

I looked in my bible and saw what was right. I tried to line up my life to be right…. With my own efforts.

So what changed?

I was tired. I was SO tired. I was tired of thinking I knew it all- because it wasn’t working. I was tired of “trying to believe”. I was tired of singing empty praises. I was tired of putting up a front. I was tired of studying my bible and getting excited about ‘new knowledge’ only to end up angry with myself and other people.

 I envied people who were outside of my box, and I envied their freedom.

So what did I do?

In my room, with no one around, I asked God for help. To this day I can close my eyes and remember the exact moment.

“HELP GOD, PLEASE. HELP. I’M TIRED. I’M SO TIRED. GOD. IF YOU ARE THERE, PLEASE HELP ME.”

I had prayed this before and God would start to answer my prayers…. but pride would get in my way and I would close him up. God was intense.

This time,

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October 2015

 

The next day, I did the same thing I always did. I tried controlling my flesh.

But I browsed Amazon’s Christian parenting books and I ended up buying

Parenting The Whole Hearted Child  by Jeannie Cunnion.

When it came in the mail, I put my daughter down for an early nap, curled up on my couch with some coffee, and started to read.

I thought I was reading a book on parenting. BUT.

Grace spoke to me within the pages of this book, and that’s all I needed to get started.

One of Jeannie’s many quotes spoke loud and clear to me:

“On most days I acted like Jesus’ final three words on the cross were “make me proud” instead of the actual three words he exhaled, “it is finished.”

This was October 22nd, 2015.

I cried and cried and cried. I called my husband and practically yelled “THIS IS WHAT WE’VE BEEN MISSING.” I frantically texted all of my friends. I posted on FaceBook. I wanted the WORLD TO KNOW.

This was only the beginning.

So many more prayers and questions sprung from that book and God put countless people and situations into my life that shouted

“AMAZING GRACE, HOW SWEET THE SOUND, THAT SAVED A WRETCH LIKE ME”.

I met Jesus. I MET JESUS. I met his grace. I finally stopped trying and started looking at his glory. At 28 and 29 years old, I finally started to understand how grace worked.

This is why I started my blog. To help other Christians find grace, too.  

To me, grace is summed up in these two verses:

2 Corinthians 3:17-18 New Living Translation (NLT)

17 For the Lord is the Spirit, and wherever the Spirit of the Lord is, there is freedom. 18 So all of us who have had that veil removed can see and reflect the glory of the Lord. And the Lord—who is the Spirit—makes us more and more like him as we are changed into his glorious image

No joke, looking at the glory of the Lord has radically changed me and is he is still continually changing me into his image.

I. STOPPED. TRYING.

I. STARTED. BEHOLDING.

We do not have to change ourselves. I am not joking.

That’s it. No more controlling the flesh. No more failed efforts. No more fake relationship. No more setting up comfortable circumstances to keep me happy.

Amazing grace comes by looking at his glory.

 

Do you struggle with living the Christian life? Are you tired yet?

Start looking at him. He is beautiful. He is so beautiful.

Start beholding the Lord’s glory. He will change your life, I promise.

How Far Will God Go To Show You His Love? Guest Post By Daniel Cimino

God goes great lengths to show you his unfathomable love. He introduced his love to us by shedding the blood of his only begotten son. But he doesn’t stop there-This story shows just how far God will go! Watch Daniel’s heart get wrecked by God’s love. He loves YOU that much too!

Daniel lives in Albany NY and works at Harold Finkle “Your Jeweler” . He’s also coming to visit my family this week, so….total bonus!!

Amongst my Christian siblings, there’s an interesting trend I noticed where when someone wants a Taylor guitar to use for ministering music to the saints, and they ask God for it, God gives it to them. The testimonies to back this trend are all very unique and very awesome, and each worthy of their own story. This one is mine.

In the past few years or so, I’ve had the opportunity to play some music in different spots on the east coast, but I’ve always used someone else’s instrument. I would play if someone asked me to, but otherwise, I avoided the stage. People began to ask me why I didn’t play more, or write more, and that was my convenient excuse: “I don’t have a guitar.” I wanted a good guitar, but the financial means to acquire something that frivolous were beyond me.

Finally, someone suggested I ask God for one. What a novel idea- instead of complaining about how I don’t have the money to get the instrument to play the music to minister to God’s people, why not ask the creator and provider of everything in existence (including every single guitar ever made) to give me one?

I remembered the testimonies of the Taylor trend, and a friend (who has one such testimony) encouraged, “Dude, if you ask God for a Taylor, He’s gonna give you a Taylor.”

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So I decided to do just that. In July of 2014,  I told God I would play music for Him when He got me my guitar. I thanked Him in advance, and then went on my way, believing- or so I thought. As the months passed, people were still asking me if I was playing or writing, and every time, it seemed as though God was saying, “Don’t you want to play for Me?” In my frustration, I snapped, “I would…but YOU haven’t given me my guitar yet!”, to which He responded, “YOU haven’t told me which one you want.”

I was delightfully humbled. I had gone to that same God I described earlier, to ask Him for something, and my expectation was so low that I had never even bothered to pick a guitar. I sat down to pray and apologize, spent a little time online to do some research, and finally made my selection:

A Taylor 814ce, a beautiful guitar with a sound very suitable to my playing style, and with a price tag so ridiculous, it would be impossible without God. ( See price here!)

It couldn’t have been more than a few weeks later that I found myself celebrating the impending new year at a friend’s place, when she non-chalantly mentioned that she had a surprise for me. She excitedly ran from the room, leaving me sitting on the couch in amused anticipation, and then returned a moment later carrying a guitar case. Setting it on my lap, she said,

“This is from God. He told me to get it for you.”

I stared at the case for what I’m sure was an annoyingly extended period of time, taking note of the shining riveted plate on the side that flashed “Taylor Guitar Cases”. I looked up at my friend, and said with a dry throat, “I don’t know if I want to open this.” She smiled a Mona Lisa smile, and said, “You should.” I did.

Lifting the lid, I surprised myself with the shock of seeing exactly what I knew was going to be in that case. I leaned over to smell the sound hole (because that’s just what you do with a new guitar!), and caught sight between the strings of the small sticker inside, which read, “814ce”.

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Then I cried. I sobbed into that beautiful plush velvet-lined guitar case, because God loves me that much. In that guitar, I saw years of deliverance, I saw inexplicable provision, I saw the seamless mending of a broken heart, the shattered chains of spiritual bondage, the more-than-abundant life…I saw the blood of Christ.

It is my token to remember the extent to which God will go to take care of the needs of His children, AND to bless them. I lifted the guitar out of the case, and plucked out the harmonics for Amazing Grace, which seemed appropriate. Remembering the purpose for this instrument, I’m excited to play for Him, and with that same rapt excitement, I look forward to the next impossible thing He does. You should, as well! God bless you!

I Want To Minister, But I Don’t Know How. (3 Minute Read)

How often have I let someone who needs love and attention pass me by because I’m uncomfortable or unsure of what to say?

Whether a church meeting or a grocery store, I often see people who need help. And yet the uncertainty of how to minister holds me back more often than I care to admit.

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Sadly, many times I have decided that since I didn’t really know how to minister God’s love, it wasn’t for me.  I’d much rather watch the well established and outspoken leaders reach out and take care of others while I sit back and cheer them on quietly, wouldn’t you?

But the more I have been experiencing the genuine love that Jesus has for me regardless of what I do for him, the more I have wanted to serve him.  God’s grace is just SO good,  that it compels and controls us! (2 Cor 5:14)

If you really haven’t felt and experienced his amazing grace, I would ask God for that first! Trust me, it will make you want to partake in the work!! (2 Tim 2:1-6) 

Can I please tell you 4 more amazing and simple truths about how you and grace work together on this thing?

1.) God is already working in you to do and to will of his good pleasure. (Phl 2:13)

2.) It doesn’t matter what “brand” of Christian you are, or even where you are at in your “spiritually”, because it’s in weakness that his name is exalted. (2 Cor 12, 1 Cor 2:3)

3) Your qualification was met when you accepted Jesus as Lord and Christ over your life. (2 Tim 1:9)

4.) You have the equipment and your spiritual nature desires to use it! (Gal 5:17)

Most of the time, we just don’t know how!

Let me share a little more grace into this area of our lives, OK? (Remember…this IS a blog about Grace, not works 😉 )

When we don’t know how to do something, what is usually the best thing we can do?

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Gosh it’s so simple, but it’s true.

Your prayer doesn’t have to be beautiful to be answered. It only needs to be honest. By his grace, God moves mountains because of stumbled and muttered words of prayer.

If you desire to minister and need help with asking, get into the quietness of your heart and pray with me. God loves you so much and he is so excited that you are even desiring to show others his great love! I have prayed this in the honesty of my heart and already God has been working miraculous things inside of me to want to live my faith out loud!

Father,

Right now, in this moment, my heart yearns to feel en-captured by your arms, and I invite it to be completely open before you. I pray for you to search inside of me and move into the deepest waters of my thoughts. Pull out anything other than a desire to bring glory to your name….because I have experienced and I have known what it means to be intimately loved by you, regardless of my sin.

Jesus, you have washed my feet, you have held me, and you have shown me the father. You have wrapped me in your love and you have taken away the ugliness of my sin. I can dance before you without shame because you have cleansed me in your blood. You have took off my mask and called me beautiful. Can you continue to reach out your hand and meddle with my heart to be fashioned like yours?

Father, my heart wants nothing more than to exalt you and lift up your mighty name. God, you have sparked a desire inside of me to reach out to others and sometimes, actually…most of the time, I don’t know how. But I want those who need your love to feel your love, just like I have. And through me, I want you to reach them in their brokenness and hold them up to see your glorious face, your splendor, your majesty. Your name brings healing.

So Father, show me. Use me. Give me boldness. Give me clarity. Give me wisdom. Show me grace. What can I do for you? I am so little before you, and yet you call  me worthy. Take my hand and lead me in baby steps. (Or big steps, whatever you think is best, really) But today father, do this… today. Father, teach me how because I desire you. And when I don’t desire you, will you help me and cover me with your limitless mercy?  You are doing your work inside of me, thank you.

In Jesus- In the Power of The Cross-

Get ready, you are about to experience his grace AGAIN!

Brittnee’s Testimony- Loved And Accepted.

When I read Britnee’s Testimony, I was amazed by how much the Lord had been chasing after her in love for her entire life.

Do you know you have been loved for your entire life? God wants you in his arms, and he is working in your life right now.

-Rosie

 

Guest post by Britnee Heron

Growing up I had a pretty normal childhood from what I remember, until I was 8 years old. I was sexually molested for several months. Thankfully I have blocked out the actual attacks, but it affected me for years. I was defiant, trusted no one, and I stayed depressed constantly. One day when I was 18 years old, something stirred in my heart.

Until this day I had not spoken to the person who had molested me. I called him and I told him that I forgave him for what he did. He didn’t say much, but what could he have said? I told him to have a good day, and that I loved him, then I hung up.

I was a different person after that phone call but I never stopped to think about what stirred in me and changed me.

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I had several failed relationships because I had zero trust for men until the fall of 2009. I met my husband Chris, and things just felt right. We met and got married 3 months later. Been side by side for nearly 7 years. We have a beautiful 4 year old boy who is our world. My husband was an Army soldier until he became medically retired in 2014.

 

We then found Christian Life Church, and it changed our lives.

We felt at home instantly and hearing our Pastor speak was so comforting, and it still is today. He brings the book to life. I got involved with their Journey Discipleship Experience and wow… I thought life had meaning before. The girls in the group, and the many lessons we covered, have made a huge impact in my life.

I was determined to turn my life from one full of disobedience and sin, to one dedicated to please God. As a step of devotion, my husband and I got baptized on August 16, 2015.

 

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We went to a Christian retreat held by my church on August 21, 2015.  I was a tad skeptical that I would gain anything from the weekend but oh boy I WAS SO WRONG! The second day, we were in the middle of our lessons and at that time we were talking about forgiveness.

I zoned out and I heard the Lord speak for the first time in my life.

He said ” My child, don’t you see what I have done in your heart? I softened your heart and gave you the ability to move on with your life. Tell your story and be proud.”

So I listened even though I was TERRIFIED, because I had never spoken in front of a crowd! My heart was racing and I felt like I had a fire in my chest. I interrupted a woman who was speaking and apologized, but I had something I needed to share. First I grabbed a handful of tissues and the waterworks started!

I thought I could share my story and be strong through it all. (Oh my that was so far from what happened.)  I managed to tell my story but I did it through the tears.

They were happy tears because until I heard the Lord speak to me, I had never realized he is what changed me all those years ago.

He loved me when I had no desire to know him. He has been there for me every step of the way, I just never gave him the praise and devotion he deserved in return.

I was in shock that I managed to mutter any words that you could understand because I was overwhelmed with emotions.

The Lord and his constant love and acceptance has made me a new person. I am now a proud follower of the Lord and I spread his glorious word as often as the opportunity arises. His word can change your mood so quickly with his understanding and unshakable love!

He has changed my entire life, and I will follow him until I am called home.

Letting Go Of Shame- When Dark Secrets Come Out

I would like to start this post out by saying I do not have all the answers on the subject of secrecy and shame. There is more to be said and considered. I encourage you to seek counsel from a grace filled Christian if you need help in this area of your life.

There was this sin I committed as a teenager that was very, very terrible. I didn’t have the courage to confess it to even the closest of friends and instead, I kept it hidden inside the darkest corners of my heart… where it would never become exposed. When friends would jokingly bring up ‘dark secrets’, I would laugh it off and say I didn’t have any. But inside of me, the memory of my action would always creep its way back into my heart and into the forefront of my mind.

Along with the memory came shame. I “knew” God had forgiven me. I really did. I had apologized to him in secret a million times over…. and yet the memory would still show it’s painful face weekly, sometimes daily, and I  would shudder at the mere thought of my mistake and shove it as far back as I possibly could.

This was a burden of mine for 10 years. 10 YEARS people. That’s a long time. What’s even  worse? I got married and KEPT THE SECRET from my husband. Wanna talk about shame? I know the feeling well.

Once I got married, I would justify this “un”confession because I believed God had already considered it gone.(He did by the way, I just didn’t really know it)  I would close my eyes, visualize the sin upon the cross of my savior, and feel temporary relief. I would yell at the accuser and remind him that I was clean in Christ. But no matter what I tried, I still felt the pang of secrecy, and shame had become a regular part of my life.

I also believed the lie that if I ever DID tell my husband, he would no longer love me or see me the way he once did. What would I do if he looked at me in disgust? This scene would replay over and over in my head, and I would recoil with a new found determination to never let that happen.

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And then…

Grace. Can I show you another corner of grace?

I was in a women’s bible study and the topic was on shame. This bible verse was read:

James 5:16a

16 Therefore, confess your sins to one another and pray for one another, that you may be healed.

I had confessed my sin in front of God, but I still covered the nakedness of my sin in front of others. In doing so, I wasn’t allowing grace filled Christians to re-iterate the truth of the cross.

That night something clicked. I knew that if I walked out on this scripture, the accuser was no longer going to have this area of my life. Why? Because what happens after confession before grace filled Christians isn’t disgust.  It’s grace that brakes down walls of shame in mere seconds.

I was afraid, but I was ready. I was ready to watch my savior kick the devil in his face while I held his hand.

So that night, I confessed to my grace filled husband.

That same night, the chains of shame fell off.

My husband so gracefully took me in his arms and reminded me of my savior.

He was proud of me, not disgusted. He cuddled me that night a little harder as I cried tears of relief. It was out. The dark secret was out. And as SOON as it was out, it evaporated into thin air.

Thin. Air. It was like the devil had lost his firm grip in an instant. That shame went right where it’s supposed to go, the cross of our savior.

Gone. 10 years of shame, gone.

The devil has since TRIED AND MISERABLY FAILED at bringing up my past sin that it’s almost laughable.

There is freedom in walking out the uncomfortable verses of God’s word. There is grace that shows up when you’re ready to jump off the cliff. There is mercy and love and forgiveness and help when you decide it is finally time to not let the devil have an area of your life anymore.

If you have shame and you have never shared your ‘dark secret’ with the family of God (who understands grace,) I would encourage you to consider that verse in James 5. Read it’s context, pray, and seek counsel. God is ready to show you that your shame doesn’t belong on you, you beautiful child. God is ready to use the cross of Christ as a permanent eraser on whatever dark secret you hold**

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The week after I confessed to my husband, we went on a vacation together! Added bonus.

 

 

 

 

**Friends, if you don’t confess, you aren’t going to hell. When you confessed Christ as Lord and believed God raised him from the dead, he paid for your sins….. past, present and future. (Eph 1:7, Rom 4:25, Rom 5:6, Rom 10:9, Heb 10:12, 1 Jhn 2:2)

 

 

 

 

 

 

How I Battled Fear As I Watched My Son Struggle To Breathe

It was an exciting Saturday in the Allen household as my family and I were preparing for friends from Georgia to come and stay the evening with us. That morning, we were doing all of the usual ‘nonchalant’ things that hosts do to help guests feel comfortable….

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The kids were running around half naked fending for themselves but happy as clams. The music was on. The weather was beautiful. The race was on to get everything ready.

My son Luke, was 100% healthy and as rambunctious as ever. Climbing on things, pushing his sister, stealing chocolates from the treat drawer, you name it. He’s an extremely obedient boy….but a boy nonetheless.

Our guests come and we had an awesome time drinking beer and reconnecting and laughing. Our kids were bonding and playing with each other so happily. It was just one of those days where you think nothing possibly could go wrong on a day like today.

Our guests clock out for the night, children are all safely tucked in, and Ben and I begin our usual clean up after the days mess.

My mind was supercharged while I praised God as I swept the kitchen floor. On top of the awesome day, Ben and I had been getting excited as we felt we were on the verge of experiencing the miracles and healings that Christians can have on a daily basis. I’ve been ready to stretch out and to minister, share Christ’s love in a radical way, and just grace the shit out of everybody.

And than my son woke up.

At first, I didn’t think much of it. My husband whisked him away to not wake the guests and took him into the bathroom. I figured he was just doing the “normal” calm him down routine that usually works like clockwork.

Until all of the sudden I hear,

“Ro, Come check Luke out. Come listen to his breathing”

You know that sudden burst of panic you feel when you sense someone you love is in danger?

In .2 seconds I was by his side checking out the situation and immediately  I felt that something was terribly, terribly, wrong.

He could barely breathe. My son, my healthy 3 year old, could barely breathe. It sounded like he was breathing through a coffee stirrer and every time he inhaled or exhaled, he wheezed. He looked terrified. My heart sank and fear shot into every ounce of my bones.

In that moment, I managed to remember what I had been getting so excited about (the healing thing, remember?) and immediately and firmly declared.

“You will NOT die and you WILL breathe again in the powerful name of Jesus Christ”

Than I looked up at Ben and said,

“We need to get to the hospital, now”

I ran into the guests room, woke them up and told them they were now in charge of taking care of Josephine (My 2 year old). They didn’t have time to think or to even know what time it was.

We blasted out of there with no shoes or a wallet or anything important really, and sped to the nearest hospital about 10 minutes away.

During this time, I was in the back of our van with Luke. He seemed to be getting worse and I layed my hands on him while singing a popular worship song softly to calm him down (and to build my faith)

“There is power in the name of Jesus”

In those 10 minutes I had a constant, ongoing choice. I had a choice to let that fear and panic overwhelm and consume me. I had every right. He was my child, and the thought of losing something so precious would give anybody a right to become absolute jello.

So in each second, I chose to remain calm, to firmly declare Gods protection over my sons life, and determine that the day was going to end with my son smiling and healthy again, as though nothing ever happened.

It was a battle. We are in a battle, friends. The devil wants to win in those situations and decide the victory is his. He doesn’t. have. the. right. typorama (1)

 

2 hours later, Lukey was completely back to normal. I have the doctor, the nurses, the cops, and the rest of the hospital team to thank. Thank you, thank you, thank you.

I wish I could remember his “diagnosis”, I really do, but it was a sudden onset of something terrifying. Medicine and love helped my son breathe again. God had his hand on him the entire time,  and I still firmly believe in the power of Jesus to miraculously heal. Gosh, if I could have my readers for another ten minutes, this is where I would ‘preach’. Another day, another time.

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The next day, Luke was PERFECT. Like nothing ever happened. Did I mention the doctor said he would have cold like symptoms? Yeah, NOPE. He was my healthy happy rambunctious 3 year old, once again.

So in the moment friends, you have a choice. God is right there, ready to extend his hand. He is SO ready. Fear has no place when perfect love is known. Darkness has no right when light comes to take its’ rightful stand.

Forget about the lost battles….let’s move on. Let’s build our relationship on the one who has already SLAMMED DUNKED the victory.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Do We Know Jesus?

The past 5 months of my life have been nothing short of life giving. This past year, I was in a worship service singing about and for Jesus, and at one point in the service, I broke down in tears.

Why? Because I realized I was singing about a man I barely knew and was just beginning to know.

Yes, know.

This man on whom I have staked my entire life on, and I barely knew him.

And so, I have been on a quest of discovering Jesus-the man on whom I have believed since I was a little child. I want to “know* the only true God, and Jesus Christ, whom thou hast sent” (John 17:3)

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Jesus, for a long time, has always been my man of yesterday. (Heb 13:8). Not my today. Waiting for my forever.

Jesus was (and still is) my salvation,  my foundation, my redeemer,  the one I was to be with on the day of his return.

But what does it mean to know him, right now?

Just by reading him? Studying him? Memorizing the verses of his teachings? Preaching the message of the cross?

I never just read and studied about God- I also chased after him with my heart. I sought to experience God.

But I was afraid to experience Jesus, because “blessed are those who have not seen me, and yet believe” John 20:29

Anybody else relate?

Today I am learning what it means to know him.

 Now, when I chase after God, I also chase after Jesus. 

He is the first and the last, after all! (Rev 1:17)

So- here are a few verses that I have considered, when it comes to knowing my Lord. I hope you get blessed as you consider these verses too.

Because yes, he is your salvation.

But he is also:

Your Good Shepard. ( John 10:11-14)

Your Vine (John 15:1-5)

 The Overseer of Your Soul (1 Peter 2:25)

The Head of the Church (Eph 1:20-23)

Your intercessor (Romans 8:34)

With us when we are gathered in his name (Matthew 18:20)

Your Mediator (1 Tim 2:5)

Our Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace (Is 9:6)

God with us, Immanuel ( Is 7:14)

God’s image, and his exact representation (Hebrews 1:3, 2 Cor 4:4, Col 1:15)

Can I just say that this is a SHORT list of who Jesus is and what he is doing? Please don’t stop there, because….

We are called to fellowship with God , and Jesus Christ, (1 Cor 1:9. 1 Jo 1:3)

My encouragement for anyone out there, is to not be scared of Jesus….. and

ASK God to show you who he is to YOU, right now. I’m doing that, and it’s breaking down years of built up walls.

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If Jesus Showed Up.

Have you ever been asked this question,

“Would Jesus approve if he showed up?”

My response used to be feelings of fear, guilt, and shame. Let me give you a short synopsis of my thoughts….

No.

He’d be so disappointed in me reading this tabloid magazine. I need to be reading the bible more.

He definitely wouldn’t approve of me browsing through facebook. I need to pray more.


He wouldn’t approve of me yelling at my kids. I need to be more patient.

He wouldn’t approve of what I talk about with my friends. I need to speak more of Gods word.

He wouldn’t approve of my tendency to be selfish. I need to give more.

He wouldn’t approve of how I use my time. I need to seek God first more.

He wouldn’t approve of my carnality. I need to walk in the spirit more.

I could go on and on and on.

In short, I’ve got the stamp of UNAPPROVAL.

Oh man. IF you say you haven’t been there, you’re lying.

Do you know how I know that?

This world is SO DESIGNED for you to KEEP WORKING at BEING GOOD ENOUGH. BE MORE. DO MORE. PRODUCE MORE.

This world is so designed at saying its OK to make mistakes, but THAN POINTING THE FINGER WHEN YOU MAKE THOSE MISTAKES.

But here’s the craziest thing EVER, Jesus says and will ALWAYS say, “I approve”

How? How is that even possible?

Did you know that if he showed up right now, in whatever you were doing at the moment, ( And even in your WORST MOST SELFISH MOMENTS, no joke) He’d want to reach out and show you his love?

He’d want to wrap his arms around you and give you a big hug?

He’d want to show you the nails in his hands and the thorns in his head that he got just for you?

He’d want to intercede for you and tell you ‘be not afraid, only believe?’

He’d want to spend time with you, show you God?

He’d want to show you how worth it you are to him?

He’d want to wipe away your dirtiness, and he’d wash your feet, kiss your face, hold you and not want to let go.

Friend. You are worth it. SO worth it. You are approved.


You are desired.

You are accepted.

You are worthy.



Romans 6:11 (NIV)

In the same way, count yourselves dead to sin but alive to God in Christ Jesus.



I’d like to leave you a link to a host of verses that expound on you who are (not based on what you do)


http://mercyme.org/my-identity-in-jesus-chirst/