GOD or Giants

Giants clank around in my head, vying for supremacy.   I am in the midst of preparation for a God-assignment in Paraguay and so I am facing giants assigned to whisper lies in my head…the giant of fear and intimidation, the giant of insecurity, the giant of inadequacy, the giant of unbelief etc.  You know what they sound like- you have heard them yourself.  

I know the promises from the Lord…

He will never leave nor forsake me    Heb.13:5

The Lord Almighty is with me   Ps 46:11

The battle is not mine but the Lord’s   2 Chron 20:17

Be strong and courageous; do not be afraid or terrified     

      because the Lord is with me wherever I go!!!    Joshua 1:9

God will give me the words and I will triumph   Is 50:4, 7

I don’t need to fear because He is with me   Is 41:10

God, who is in me, is greater than my giant   1 John 4:4

But these promises do not keep me from having to face those giants…they are still there.  I just have to choose my focus…giants or God.   Will I believe the lies of the giants whispered so loudly or will I believe that God will show up for me as promised.

I have a choice…

But so do you….

Soul-Need for Significance

My soul's journey has been rocky and wearisome, trying to find significance   in other people.  My insecurities tend to poke out at all the wrong places, exposing my soul's desperate need.  At times, actually many times, I think   He has withheld the affirmation of others so that I would dash to Him with   my craving soul.  Oh my soul, you must find that place of satisfaction that   He alone is able to give.  He is jealousy waiting for me to turn my craving  soul towards His heart.  His arms must get tired of waiting for me to come.  He stands longing to enfold me in His loving embrace... that embrace that satisfies to the bone marrow.

The pain of surrender throbs through my heart's veins, threatening to burst and destroy.  Instead, His rest. His embrace, His love holds me together, accepting my marred gift.  As I slowly look up, meeting His eyes, I see that tender smile and hear, "thank you".

How can he accept such imperfection, such ugliness?  I hear Him whisper, "That's what I wanted all along. Now I can give you Me."

Oh, my heart weeps at such grace!