So I fight for her. Not because we will reconnect. We haven’t. And we might not. Not because she’s right. Not because I’m right. I fight for her simply because I want to stay right in step with honoring God.
When we decrease, God has room to make big things happen.
We all desperately want something that we see the Lord giving to other women. We see Him blessing them in the very areas He’s withholding from us. And while these other women may not be obnoxious like Peninnah in their reminders of their blessing and our lack, it’s increasingly painful each time we see a reminder. We look at them, and we feel set aside.
Feeling unglued is really all I’ve ever known. And I’m starting to wonder if maybe it’s all I’ll ever be.
Am I trying to prove or improve?
People with a realistic view see rejections as a natural part of life and adjust accordingly. It.
What were the unrealistic expectations I had, and how can I better manage these next time?
We can’t look to our feelings to determine truth. We must look to truth to rein in our feelings.
I expect a perfection in me and a perfection in others that not even God Himself expects. If God is patient with the process, why can’t I be?
Refuse to wallow in the depressing angst condemnation brings. On the other hand, embrace any conviction you feel. Condemnation defeats us. Conviction unlocks the greatest potential for change.
Eating in excess is a sin.
In the quiet, unexpressed, unwrestled-through disappointments, Satan is handcrafting his most damning weapons against us and those we love. It’s his subtle seduction to get us alone with our thoughts so he can slip in whispers that will develop our disappointments into destructive choices.
We hyper-focus on the lines of Scripture containing the miracles, and we miss the details of the mess.
Feeling the pain is the first step toward healing the pain. The longer we avoid the feeling, the more we delay our healing. We can numb it, ignore it, or pretend it doesn’t exist, but all those options lead to an eventual breakdown, not a breakthrough.
No matter how saved, sanctified, mature, and free we are, there are misalignments embedded in our souls.
God, I want Your truth to be the loudest voice in my life. Correct me. Comfort me. Come closer still. And I will trust. God, You are good at being God.
Transformation helps us more clearly see Jesus. And when we more clearly see Him, we can more clearly see the miracle in our mess, the good in our difficulty, the redemption in rejection.
A whole lifetime could be spent making excuses, giving in, feeling guilty, resolving to do better, mentally beating myself up for not sticking to my resolve, feeling like a failure, and then resigning myself to the fact that things can’t change.
The spotlight never fixes our insecurities. It only magnifies what we thought popularity would cover up.
It is easier to make excuses than changes.