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My Shame is Undone – finding freedom in His presence

For many who know me it may be a surprise to hear that I wasn’t raised in a Christian home.
We didn’t attend church together, pray before meals/bedtimes, or talk about our need of a Savior even though a Savior is exactly what we needed. But my parents did the best that they could with wounded hearts from painful pasts and baggage they were never meant to carry.

Although it wasn’t a Christian home, there isn’t a time that I can remember not believing in God. I believed in Him, I just didn’t believe it was His plan for me to exist. Learning at a very young age that I had been adopted (by my dad), I came to the conclusion that I must be a mistake and if that were true then God couldn’t possibly have a plan for me.

Over the years I continued to believe those lies which only multiplied and left me painfully shy and even more insecure.

My purpose in sharing these things is not to hurt anyone, especially my parents, but to make others aware that what they see on the outside may not always be a reflection of what is on the inside. Those who knew me or knew of me probably had no idea of my struggles. I share my past because I don’t want anyone to look at me now and think that I didn’t have to go through difficult things in my life to get to where I am today.

If we don't deal with our past we carry it into the present and pass the pain onto future generations. Click To Tweet Unfortunately I’ve seen this in my own life and in the lives of my children.

I made choices in my past that brought much shame (only adding to the shame already left there by the choices of others). I saw little or no value in myself and therefore didn’t expect anyone else to either.

All those lies, all that shame, kept me far from any plans God had for me — exactly where the enemy wanted me.

For the most part I was able to keep my shame hidden, masking my pain until His grace found me.
You see, when Jesus chose the cross He rescued me from the prison of my past, He was the key to my freedom and now He uses my testimony to lead others to freedom.

They overcame him by the blood of the Lamb and by the word of their testimony.
Revelation 12:11

The enemy wants us to remain silent.
He wants us to keep those secrets hidden in the darkest corners of our hearts and minds but Jesus wants us to shine our lights to give hope to those who are prisoners to their own shameful past.

I was a mess without Jesus but my life with Him became a message. Click To Tweet

So here’s the thing, when others look at me I want them to see a life restored, redeemed, renewed. I want them to know who I used to be so that they can see what is possible with Jesus.
The truth is I was a liar, a thief, an adulteress, a murderer. I’ve been abused, betrayed, abandoned, rejected, lied to, lied about, molested, raped, divorced twice. I was all of those things and so much more but Jesus chose to die for me because of His great love for me. NO ONE  could ever love me the way that He does. And no one could do for me what He has done.

And friend, He loves you too. Do not let the enemy of your soul convince you that you’ve done too much, or gone too far for Jesus to love you.
What He did on the cross was enough to wash away all of your sins and the sins committed against you. He is the key that opens the door to set you free.

Will you let Him rescue you, redeem you, restore you, renew you? All it takes is a surrendered heart. He has a plan and a purpose for your life, don’t let it be wasted because of anything you’ve done or anything done to you. Jesus was and is enough.

Shame is undone — there is freedom in His presence. He is waiting for you…

Beauty in the Broken

 “True humility is not thinking less of yourself; it is thinking of yourself less.”

C. S. Lewis

When we focus on the one
The one thing that we struggle with most. The one thing that we like the least about ourselves. The one thing that we want and can’t have. The one thing that we’ve tried and just can’t master. The one person that dislikes us (regardless of how many others love us).
When we focus on the one it’s because we’ve taken our eyes off of The One.
The One who is our strength when we are weak. The One who loves us just as we are. The One who is more than enough. The One who we can do all things through. The One who loves us completely and unconditionally and forever.
But it can be easy to lose sight of Him when we focus solely on the brokenness of the world around us.
I recently began leading the bible study Your Beautiful Purpose by Susie Larson and reading The Broken Way by Ann Voskamp. And I’m realizing more and more that I’m drawn to the broken because I’ve been so very broken myself. But my deepest desire is to lead others to The One who can heal them.
You see, when we focus less on our own brokenness and focus instead on others we find our purpose and beauty in the broken. I’m so thankful that with God nothing is wasted but instead can be used to lead others to the only One who can hold the shattered pieces of their hearts and mend them back together.
November is a perfect time to turn our focus to everything there is to be thankful for — after all — Thanksgiving is right around the corner.
Although sometimes being  thankful can be a challenge and to see God in everything, unimaginable. Our struggles and our suffering — a shattered dream, a wounded heart — those deeply broken places.
 Well, He is there too.  The thankfulness comes when we realize that we’re not alone in our suffering — His heart breaking with every broken piece of ours.
He is the Creator of our hearts, the Healer of our wounds, the Collector of our tears, and the Restorer of our souls. He alone can take what was broken and make it into something beautiful. All it takes is one look at Jesus — His body broken for us — to know that’s true.
“God uses broken things. It takes broken soil to produce a crop, broken clouds to give rain, broken grain to give bread, broken bread to give strength. It is the broken alabaster box that gives forth perfume. It is Peter, weeping bitterly, who returns to greater power than ever.”
Vance Havner
I'm thankful for the broken way that has led me to Jesus. Click To Tweet  I’m thankful that the breaking of my heart is an opportunity to show Him as Healer. I’m thankful that the words of my testimony are a light leading others out of the darkness of their own brokenness to the Light of the World.
I’m thankful that seeing the beauty in the broken helps me to focus on The One who was and is and is to come.
Our God-sized Dreams are nothing apart from Him. When we are willing to lay them down at His altar, willing to sacrifice our own wants and desires, it is then that He accepts our gifts and offers us His.
What about you friends, are you broken? Are you finding it hard to find something to be thankful for and struggling to see God in everything?
Give Him your brokenness as an offering — laying it down, giving thanks and having faith that your sacrifice will reveal His beauty in your broken.

Light in a Dark Place


I’ve made mistakes. I’ve lost my way. I’ve struggled, stumbled and really blown it some days. I’ve said some things that I regret and worried about things that haven’t happened yet. I’ve hurt the ones that I love most. On and on my story goes. Broken and wounded, battered and beaten, at times feeling so defeated. Battling an enemy I couldn’t see but saved by the One who died for me. Reaching out with nail pierced hands, lifting me up so I could stand. The Lord is my Shepherd and I shall not want…


I held onto my shame like it was something of great value — something I was trying to protect. The very thing that tormented me was the thing that I couldn’t let go. It was as if I allowed myself grace it would justify my choice.
The same grace that I offered to others, I withheld from myself because deep down I believed I deserved punishment.

When we hold onto shame and guilt expecting punishment aren’t we saying that what Jesus did on the cross wasn’t enough to cover our sin? Was our sin so great that Jesus needed to do more?

When we think of it in those terms of course the answer is a resounding NO! What Jesus did on the cross was ENOUGH.

So why do we hold on? Maybe we’re afraid of being exposed. If we share our secrets, if we tell our stories then others will know the truth. So we keep it hidden and there in the dark, our fear grows out of control threatening to consume us.

And that is exactly where the enemy of our soul wants us to be.

Prisoners to our past — shame, guilt, and fear our only companions as we live each day in isolation. We learn to mask those things that threaten to destroy us, fooling those around us, sometimes even fooling ourselves. Click To Tweet

But the truth is no matter how hard we try to hide our enemy knows where to find us.

Here's the good news — each time we expose his lies we take away his power over us. Click To Tweet When we refuse to let our shame keep us silent — when we allow Jesus to shine His light in those dark places — we overcome.


Revelation 12:11 (NASB) And they overcame him because of the blood of the Lamb and because of the word of their testimony, and they did not love their life even when faced with death.

For some of us the thought of anyone knowing the truth scares us to death. We fear judgment. We fear isolation. We fear condemnation. We fear the very things that we live when we hold onto our past.

When we trust Jesus with the truth, His blood covers our sin, our shame, our fear and His love overcomes — even to the point of death.

You know what I’ve found to be true? Every time I speak out about my past, each time I share my struggles, or expose my shame, wounded hearts are healed, including my own. Every time I trust Jesus, He shines even brighter in those dark places. And I know that one day His light is all that you will see…

Friends, trust Jesus. Let Him expose the lies of the enemy. Let Him shield you with His truth and let Him shine brightly in those dark places. I promise that you won’t be the only prisoner who is set free!

Give others hope by sharing your testimony. Lead them out of the shame of their past into the future that is promised to them.

Jeremiah 29:11 For I know what I have planned for you,’ says the LORD. ‘I have plans to prosper you, not to harm you. I have plans to give you a future filled with hope.

I’m having Coffee For Your Heart with my friend Holley Gerth

You Make Me Brave


Today I was thinking about some friends who will be leaving soon for Africa. They’re answering the call to be the hands and feet of Jesus half way around the world — packing up what little belongings they’re able to take and going. They’re leaving all of their family and friends, and everything they’ve ever known, for the unknown.

And I thought — I could never be that brave. 

Then my thoughts turned to family and friends that have bravely fought or are fighting for their lives against diseases like cancer. They face the unknown and endure treatment and surgeries that often times weaken their bodies, and yet they continue to be so very brave.

And I wondered — would I be that brave?

Then there are those who bravely tell their stories, helping others to see that they’re not alone. We can easily become prisoners to our pasts — chained by the shame and guilt of what we’ve done or what others have done to us. But when we choose to bravely speak up it gives others the courage to be brave too — setting the captives free.

And then I decided — I will be that brave.

I’ve never wanted to stand out but desperately wanted to blend in and not be noticed. I’ve never wanted to be a speaker. As a matter of fact, getting up in front of others makes me shake in my boots. But as I thought about how we’re all called to be brave in one way or another a familiar song began to play in my head and these words were written on my heart…
You make me brave
You make me brave
You call me out beyond the shore into the waves
You make me brave
You make me brave
No fear can hinder now the love that made a way

Here’s the thing — we’re all called to be brave but we’re not called to do it in our own strength.


Whether you’re traveling half way around the world, or battling sickness and disease, or speaking out to encourage others — HE will make you brave.

In a few weeks I’ll be speaking in front of a very large group of women, sharing my story and hopefully encouraging others to do the same. He’s calling me out, but I know I don’t have to fear because He makes me brave.

Friends, wherever He is calling you, don’t be afraid. He will make you brave too.

Finding Our Value

If we were to be honest we would have to admit that most often we base our value on appearance.

Our looks, our jobs, our homes, all play a part in whether or not we believe that we’ve arrived at some great destiny. But what happens if/when the things that we place so much value on are lost?
If we’re living, then we’re also aging. It is a normal process in this journey called life and not a matter of if we age but when we age. To be honest, as a woman I’ve struggled with that process and I know that many of you have too. We try to cover the grey in our hair, smooth out the wrinkles on our faces, fight what they call the middle-aged spread and do it all in a way that doesn’t appear like we’re desperately trying to hang onto our youth but that we’re accomplishing it oh so gracefully.

We may work hard in our jobs or careers to arrive at that place of status where we feel so proud and puffed up about what we’ve accomplished, but what happens if our jobs are eliminated? What happens if we’re replaced? What happens if our company shuts down?
And what about our homes? Friends, let’s be real here — what woman hasn’t had a major anxiety attack while trying desperately to clean the entire house in ten minutes after finding out that company is on the way?? Or felt the need to apologize profusely about the appearance of our homes or ourselves after company unexpectedly arrives. We clean and organize, decorate and display.

None of these are bad things. We should take great care of ourselves, and our homes — they are gifts from God. We should work hard, after all, His word says to do all things as if we’re doing them for him.

 Whatever you do, work heartily, as for the Lord and not for men. Colossians 3:23

But if we place our value in the things of this world, then we will eventually find ourselves to be greatly disappointed.

We are greatly valued and deeply loved by the One who gave up His very life for us and when we discover our value through Him the things of this world seem to lose their value.

Friends I pray that you look around and see how truly blessed you are but that you look up — to Him — to see how truly valued you are!!

Sharing Our Scars — a beautiful reminder that God uses the broken

“God uses broken things. It takes broken soil to produce a crop, broken clouds to give rain, broken grain to give bread, broken bread to give strength. It is the broken alabaster box that gives forth perfume. It is Peter, weeping bitterly, who returns to greater power than ever.”
Vance Havner


Looking back over my life I couldn’t remember a time when I was unbroken — even childhood memories held hidden scars. There were those who intentionally inflicted scars through their words and deeds and those who did so unknowingly out of their own brokenness.

But scars — hidden or visible — serve a purpose.

Let’s look at this definition from Wikipedia:
“A scar results from the biological process of wound repair in the skin and other tissues of the body. Thus, scarring is a natural part of the healing process.” 

When we look at the scars in our lives as wounds that have been repaired and healed, then maybe we’re finally able to see them as they were meant to be seen — God’s grace towards us and towards others.

A couple of months ago I had surgery to remove one of my organs. I had been very sick and in much pain when it was discovered that my gallbladder was only operating at twelve percent. The procedure left four small scars. They are visible reminders of my broken body and of my healing.

Sometimes you don’t realize how truly sick you are until you are truly healed. I’m so amazed at how much better I feel and frequently show my scars to others to tell them of my healing.

Isn’t that the way we should live our lives — telling others of our brokenness, sharing our scars and proclaiming our healing through Jesus?
Friends don’t let the scars in your life remind you of the ugliness that caused them, but instead let them be a beautiful reminder of the grace that was poured out for you through Jesus Christ, our Lord and Savior.

His body was broken, His hands scarred from the nails, His side pierced, His blood poured out for us.

But He was wounded for our transgressions,
He was bruised for our iniquities;
The chastisement for our peace was upon Him,
And by His stripes we are healed. Isaiah 53:5

Tell your story. Share your scars. Proclaim His healing in your life.

Letting Go(d) – sometimes a leap of FAITH requires a little push

Sometimes it’s good to look back to be reminded of what God has done in our lives and how far we’ve come. I wrote this two years ago (this month) as a new chapter was being written in my life and here I am again as yet another new chapter unfolds. Today I’m encouraged by the words of the past — which are much more clear to me now. I’ve revised some of what I had written and added a few things that I’ve learned along the way. It’s my hope that you’re encouraged in whatever chapter God has you in…

Here I am in my late forties and I’m just beginning to become who God created me to be.

Insecurities and doubts have fallen away and in their place FAITH has taken root, not because of anything I’ve done but because of what He has done. And as my faith has grown I’ve learned to let go.

I’ve let go of the plans that I’ve had for myself — the ideas of who I should be and the disappointments of who I’m not.

I’ve let go of the past and all that I’ve done and all that I haven’t done.

I’ve let go of the fear of the what ifs and the regret of the if onlys.

I’ve let go and I’ve let God — I’ve opened my hands and released control.

I’ve prayed, “Not my will Lord, but yours” and meant it.

I’ve stopped trying to figure it all out and I’ve stopped trying to make something happen and have prayed instead, “Move me God, into the position and plan you have for me, whatever that may be.”

I’ve prayed believing that whatever His will is for me, it far exceeds any plans or dreams I’ve had for myself.

We are far more than we ever thought or imagined but so often we are incapable of believing in the possibilities of who we might be — perhaps out of a false sense of humility, or fear of sounding boastful — that we miss out on God’s best.

I can’t boast about my own strengths or abilities but — The ONE who created me, the ONE who knew me before He formed me in my mother’s womb, the ONE who lives in me —  I can assuredly boast about Him and what He desires to do through me!

We’ve heard the words, “I can do ALL things through Christ who strengthens me”, but do we truly believe them?

God’s purpose and plan for our lives includes realizing who we are in Christ and who He is in us!

We were planned, called, and justified to live according to the purpose God has for us.

We just need to let go and let God do His work in us and through us and leave the details and the outcome to Him.

Romans 8:28-30 (NKJV) And we know that all things work together for good to those who love God, to those who are the called according to His purpose. For whom He foreknew, He also predestined to be conformed to the image of His Son, that He might be the firstborn among many brethren. Moreover whom He predestined, these He also called; whom He called, these He also justified; and whom He justified, these He also glorified.


Naked with Strangers

I took  a break from writing, mostly because of an overwhelmed schedule but in recent months some issues with my health have occupied my time as well.
Dealing with health issues can demand that you be still even as you struggle with an addiction to busyness and can also force you into situations you would prefer to avoid — like being naked with strangers.

A couple of months ago an unexplained pain between my shoulders and in my chest landed me in the ER. Even as I stood there in extreme pain while medical professionals quickly worked around me, the words “Take off your clothes and put on this gown.” struck fear in the heart of this modest girl.

As a group of nurses attached electrode patches to my chest and abdomen and started an iv, my biggest fear wasn’t whether or not I was having a heart attack but whether the partially closed curtain would expose my nakedness to the rest of the ER. Ridiculous right? But I’m totally serious!

Test after test would threaten my modesty although each of them failed to provide an answer for the pain I was enduring. None of the strangers that had seen me naked that day could tell me what was wrong.

In the days ahead I would endure more testing (with a little less exposure) and would finally receive an answer. It seems that you can live just fine without a gallbladder but not so well with one that only operates at twelve percent.

As I (impatiently) waited for the day of the surgery to arrive, I continually researched life without a gallbladder. The week prior to the procedure I received the instructions from the surgical center on how to prepare.

There were the usual — nothing to eat or drink after midnight, be sure to have a driver and someone to stay with you but then I read, “No lotions, makeup or hair products are to be used the day of surgery.”

Let me get this straight. Not only do I once again have to be naked in a room full of strangers, but this time I’m required to have a naked face too?

The thought of it was almost too much to bear or bare.

Was I really this vain?? I mean, we’re talking surgery here — my body cut open and an organ removed.

Yes — I had a meltdown because of a no makeup rule.

Why was the thought of exposing my naked face to these strangers so devastating to me? Ok, so I never leave my house without doing my hair and makeup and dressing appropriately (I don’t wear pajamas to the store, although I’m not judging any of you who do!) but seriously?

Was it really the additional exposed skin sending me over the edge or was it more than that?

Then God began to uncover some truths to me.

I had been insecure for as long as I could remember, always pointing out my own flaws — real or imagined — but most often I did a fairly good job of covering them up.

Because I’ve always been outgoing others probably assumed that I was confident but in reality I never felt that I was good enough.

The truth is there were many things that happened in my life that made me feel that way and many people in my life that confirmed it.
At any moment I could have chosen to expose the truth and the lies of it all but instead I chose to cover it all up.
I covered my body to conceal the truth of how others had used it with or without my permission and I covered my face to hide the truth of what I had believed for so long — that I had no value. Because of the things done to me and the things that I had done I believed that I was worthless but my clothes and makeup were like a smoke screen. No one needed to know the truth— except I knew.

Here’s the thing. I was damaged and I knew it but I didn't want anyone else to know and so I hid. Click To Tweet

Do you remember the story of Adam and Eve in the garden of Eden after they had been deceived by the serpent?


Genesis 3:7-10 ESV
Then the eyes of both were opened, and they knew that they were naked. And they sewed fig leaves together and made themselves loincloths. And they heard the sound of the LORD God walking in the garden in the cool of the day, and the man and his wife hid themselves from the presence of the LORD God among the trees of the garden. But the LORD God called to the man and said to him, “Where are you?” And he said, “I heard the sound of you in the garden, and I was afraid, because I was naked, and I hid myself.”


It wasn’t just about being naked, it was about covering my shame.

And that’s the thing — we’re deceived into thinking that we need to cover the shame of who we once were so we use substances to medicate our pain, or relationships to avoid it, sometimes we use busyness in an attempt to make up for our mistakes and failures and sometimes we just lie.

We're all a little broken and we're all at least a little bit afraid of being exposed in all our nakedness. Click To Tweet

Here’s the good news — God can use it.


The nakedness and the brokenness.

“God uses broken things. It takes broken soil to produce a crop, broken clouds to give rain, broken grain to give bread, broken bread to give strength. It is the broken alabaster box that gives forth perfume. It is Peter, weeping bitterly, who returns to greater power than ever.” – Vance Havner


Modesty is a good quality — I mean who really wants to be naked with strangers — but we should never be afraid to show who we really are regardless of our mistakes, in spite of our shame.

I can’t say that it was extremely comfortable to be completely exposed to a surgical center full of strangers but it was necessary for my healing and I survived it!

And you will too.

You should be more afraid of keeping the painful or shameful things hidden than allowing God to expose them because more than anything He wants to heal you and expose the truth of how He sees you.

We walk out our faith everyday and God continues to reveal Himself to us when we’re not trying so hard to hide from Him.

Share your stories and you will change lives, including your own!

Be blessed friends and be a blessing.

My thoughts on American Sniper

“We are not simply to bandage the wounds of victims beneath the wheels of injustice; we are to drive a spoke into the wheel itself…Silence in the face of evil is itself evil: God will not hold us guiltless. Not to speak is to speak. Not to act is to act.” – Dietrich Bonhoeffer


My husband and I recently went to see American Sniper. I knew going into it that it would be a difficult movie for me to watch. I have a tendency to be very sensitive and overly emotional, so much so, that I cried twice in one day because of an OnStar commercial! But after hearing from so many others, I felt that this was an important movie to see. My husband would argue that the only reason I wanted to see it was because of Bradley Cooper, which is entirely not true — ok maybe it’s a little bit true — but not the only reason. To be honest, I needed to see a side of humanity that I often choose to ignore, not out of indifference but more likely out of fear.

To say American Sniper was difficult to watch is an understatement. There were times throughout the movie that I closed my eyes, covered my ears, prayed silently and not so silently, and cried.

It was raw.

It was ugly.

It was the reality of war and the world we live in.

I’ve tried to imagine that these atrocities only exist in the movies as the haunting images will forever be etched in my mind, but unfortunately we all know the truth. Although this was the story of one soldier, it was so much more than that. It was a reminder of the sacrifices that are made every day — that we take for granted — and the peace and freedom that is available to us because of the dedication of so many. Even though I told my husband (through tears) that I could never watch “that kind of movie” again, I’m glad that I watched this one.

There is no denying the evil that exists in this world or the truth that there are some brave men and women who are willing to risk their lives to put an end to it — Chris Kyle was one of those men. His story, their stories, should be told! It isn’t easy to hear or watch but quite often the truth just isn’t easy and as harsh as the reality of war is, it is still reality.

We can’t bury our heads in the sand and pretend that evil doesn’t exist or shrink back from it.

It’s been here since almost the very beginning and we’ve seen it time and time again.

Just a mention of the Holocast brings to mind thoughts and images of unfathomable evil.

The inhumanity of slavery throughout history and that still exists today, even in our own backyards, is evil beyond our comprehension.

Stories of Joseph Kony, the leader of the Lord’s Resistance Army (LRA), who abducted thousands of children to use as sex slaves and child soldiers — forcing them to torture and murder their own parents and family members — seem like some nightmarish legends too unbelievably evil to be true.

We witnessed it as we watched the first and second planes strike and the Towers fall, the Pentagon’s partial collapse as the third plane hit it’s target and as the fourth plane failed to reach it’s intended mark because of the courageous efforts of some who came face to face with evil and boldly took action.

The magnitude of that type of evil is completely overwhelming.




That night as we watched the credits roll on the big screen, the sold out crowd exited the theater in silence and I struggled to hold it together — when all I really wanted to do was completely fall apart.

It was heartbreaking to watch and almost too much to take in. I found myself without words but each time I tried to speak emotions took over and I just couldn’t.

Still, I’m thankful that what I saw forced me to see the brutality of war as it truly is which only served as a catalyst that transformed my prayers.

I pray for our soldiers — for protection from their enemies and that they would overcome the evil in this world. I thank God for them — the soldiers who are on the front lines, those behind the scenes, those who have returned broken in both body and mind, and for those who offered the ultimate sacrifice — their very lives.

Greater love has no one than this, than to lay down one’s life for his friends. John 15:13

I pray for their families and I think of my own family members and friends who have served and are still serving all around the world.

I wish thank you didn’t seem so inadequate. I wish my words hadn’t been so few.

We can not remain silent.

We can not fail to act.

We can not be afraid to tell the hard stories.

No matter how much evil we encounter here on this earth we’re not left without hope. Along with evil there is also good — undeniable good. And we have the promise that one day Jesus will return and evil will no longer have a place. I look forward to that day.


I don’t think I can honestly say that I loved this movie (I also didn’t hate it) but only because of the subject matter. I think it was very well done and so true to the realities of war and the lives that are affected by it. It opened my eyes and gave me a heart for those diligently fighting and a desire to pray more fervently for peace.

Will you pray with me?

A Life Meant To Be Lived


 “There are only two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle.”
― Albert Einstein

I was ten years old when I found out that I had been adopted by my dad. In that moment the enemy planted lies that I would believe for many, many years — I was an accident, a mistake, not wanted or planned.

Maybe your story began something like mine and it seemed as if your life was never meant to be but even if your conception wasn’t planned, make no mistakes about it,  you were planned! God’s word says this in Jeremiah 1:5 “Before I formed you in the womb, I knew you. Before you were born, I set you apart for my holy purpose. I appointed you to be a prophet to the nations.”

Sometimes due to circumstances or situations we are led to believe that our lives are an accident, but life is too precise, too complex to be anything other than a miracle.

That’s how it began for every one of us — the miracle of life, the miracle of birth and then miracle after miracle bringing us exactly to where we are today. Sadly, we take most miracles for granted — just think about your heart for a moment, it’s estimated that the heart beats about an average of 100,000 times a day. It does this, for most of us, effortlessly. The average person takes 17,280-23,040 breaths on an average day (without extra exertion as with exercise). Just these two bodily functions alone are regulated unconsciously, always at work, even when we’re sleeping. If your heart is beating and you are breathing, you are nothing less than a miracle! Click To Tweet

A life that wasn’t meant to be, or so it seemed

A lie planted and for years believed

But no mistake made, because He saw me

Before He formed me, He knew all about me

And loved me, in spite of choices made by me or for me

He delighted in me, He longed for me, He chose me

Not forgotten, not lost, not abandoned

Bought for a price, saved for a reason

Created with a purpose and a plan

To live out my days loved by Him, and loving Him.

A life meant to be lived.

If you’ve ever felt like you were a mistake, unwanted, unloved, unplanned, you’re not alone. That is exactly what the enemy of our soul would like us to believe. He whispers those lies and so many more —telling us we’re not pretty enough, thin enough, smart enough, popular enough. After awhile we begin to see ourselves the way he describes us instead of the way our God created us. The more we believe his lies, the farther we drift from God and the plan He has for us.

We were made by God, the Creator of the Universe, and He does not make mistakes. Click To Tweet Refuse to listen to the lies of the enemy, and instead start living your life according to the plans God has for you.

Jeremiah 29:11 (NIV) For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.