I have been learning a lot this week how much I need to trust in the Lord on a truly daily basis.
These past two weeks have been really hard. I have been so exhausted and so overwhelmed. When the halfway point in Durham hit, I was taken over by a sense of urgency in the worst of ways. I felt like I had been in this place forever, in this darn hotel for as long as I could remember. Everything seemed so endless, how could we be only halfway?? It struck me just how long the summer was really going to be. My heart ached for Columbia and for my friends. I truly feel like I understand what Paul was talking about in Philippians when he says that he is longing to see those that live in Philippi, he says that his heart aches to see them. I was so emotionally, physically, and spiritually tired. And that meant a lot of tears. I cried when I was angry (which was a lot), when I was frustrated (which was even more), and when I felt either too overwhelmed with people or really lonely (which is all the time).
I began praying everyday that the Lord would give me strength for that day and reminders of His love and His promises for me to hold onto. They fell like mana from heaven. He would fill me up after my prayer, and the days would still be hard, but the Lord provided constant reminders of the love that He has poured out for me on the cross and of the plan that He has for my life and of my future as a permanent citizen of His presence in heaven. But, much like the mana for the Israelites, He would only give me enough for the day. It felt like a switch would flip as soon as my head hit the pillow at night, my worries about the future and about this summer would flood me again. The next day I would pray again for strength and the Lord would grant it, but only enough for that day.
It occurred to me that if I wanted strength for the day, I would have to gain it from the Lord, and that meant that I need to see Him every morning to fill me back up again. The days when I didn't make it were really difficult. Not that the Lord wanted to punish me for not visiting Him that day, but if I didn't visit Him in the morning, it was a lot more difficult to remember what His promises had been.
The Lord has been my daily bread these past two weeks. It has been really difficult in the mornings before seeing Him, I get really frustrated with my roommates and with my friends. This morning I woke up absolutely distraught over the fact that my boyfriend didn't like a picture of us that I had posted. "Does that mean that he doesn't like what I posted? What if he felt that that was inappropriate? It's just a picture of us? Why Wouldn't he like it? Does he not like me??" What ridiculous, immature, hopeless thoughts run through my mind without the reminders of the promises of the Lord. After asking the Lord for His daily provision f bread for me, my thoughts rested more on the love that He has poured over me and how faithful He has been this summer to provide for my needs. We do not serve a Master who doesn't know our needs or who wants to punish us for the bad things that we do. We, instead, have a loving Father who has laid out a beautiful plan for us, who knows our hurts and our needs so intimately, and He wants to provide for us everything that we need, but we have to go to Him each day and ask for it. His promises are only helpful when we know that they are coming from Him and when we know the heart of the One who gives freely to all who ask.
Thursday, June 29, 2017
Thursday, June 22, 2017
So Literally Alive in Christ
For a really long time I have been praying for the gospel to become really real to me. Yes, I believe that Christ died for my sins and rose from the dead, but I don't always act like that, and honestly, sometimes I forget it, it lacks meaning in my life sometimes. So I have been asking the Lord to make it real in my life. And this past week He did. He opened my eyes to something that He had done in my life that I had never recognized before.
My struggles with depression have been long and painful. For almost two years now I have been in a relentless battle with my own mind. The enemy has filled me up with constant reminders that I am unlovable and useless, a burden that everyone around me must carry. I have spent many days alone in my room with a tear stained face, desperately needing help and comfort, but feeling that my need for other people would only serve to inconvenience them.
Some of those days were particularly hard. It felt like a crowd was constantly screaming at me that I was the worst human, that I could never amount to anything, and that if I tried to get help from anyone that they would resent me for burdening them. On these days it felt like the only way to get the pain to stop was to end my life or to focus on a physical pain that could distract me from the mental ones.
On those truly dark days, there was one thought I could hold onto. Even in the midst of all of my doubt about the Lord, this one thought kept me going "if there is even a chance that the gospel is true, and if there is even a chance that God loves me, then maybe He really does have a plan for my life, and maybe I can hold on for just a little bit longer.
And I did, I held on tight to that one thought for months, and the Lord did have a plan for me, and that plan was city project.
From the first day I knew that I was in a better place. People around me were constantly talking about the gospel, and I have been immersed in constant reminders that I am so very loved by the King.
This past Tuesday, the Lord opened my eyes to just how close I had come to spiraling into that pit, but that those thoughts that I had held onto were from Him. I am literally so alive in Christ. It is by the grace of God that I do not have scars on my wrists and it is by the grace of God that I am breathing today. He has been so relentless in His love for me, even when I felt so unlovable. It is truly His breath in my lungs so I will pour out my praise to Him.
In Psalm 34 it says
Is anyone crying for help? God is listening,
ready to rescue you. If your heart is broken, you’ll find God right there; He will help you catch your breath.
You are so very loved by the King, and you are not a burden to anyone. You don't have to hurt anymore, the Lord wants to help you. He wants so badly to save you from the pit and fill you up with joy.
My struggles with depression have been long and painful. For almost two years now I have been in a relentless battle with my own mind. The enemy has filled me up with constant reminders that I am unlovable and useless, a burden that everyone around me must carry. I have spent many days alone in my room with a tear stained face, desperately needing help and comfort, but feeling that my need for other people would only serve to inconvenience them.
Some of those days were particularly hard. It felt like a crowd was constantly screaming at me that I was the worst human, that I could never amount to anything, and that if I tried to get help from anyone that they would resent me for burdening them. On these days it felt like the only way to get the pain to stop was to end my life or to focus on a physical pain that could distract me from the mental ones.
On those truly dark days, there was one thought I could hold onto. Even in the midst of all of my doubt about the Lord, this one thought kept me going "if there is even a chance that the gospel is true, and if there is even a chance that God loves me, then maybe He really does have a plan for my life, and maybe I can hold on for just a little bit longer.
And I did, I held on tight to that one thought for months, and the Lord did have a plan for me, and that plan was city project.
From the first day I knew that I was in a better place. People around me were constantly talking about the gospel, and I have been immersed in constant reminders that I am so very loved by the King.
This past Tuesday, the Lord opened my eyes to just how close I had come to spiraling into that pit, but that those thoughts that I had held onto were from Him. I am literally so alive in Christ. It is by the grace of God that I do not have scars on my wrists and it is by the grace of God that I am breathing today. He has been so relentless in His love for me, even when I felt so unlovable. It is truly His breath in my lungs so I will pour out my praise to Him.
In Psalm 34 it says
Is anyone crying for help? God is listening,
ready to rescue you. If your heart is broken, you’ll find God right there; He will help you catch your breath.
You are so very loved by the King, and you are not a burden to anyone. You don't have to hurt anymore, the Lord wants to help you. He wants so badly to save you from the pit and fill you up with joy.
Sunday, June 4, 2017
He Who Provides All I Need
Romans 8:32
He who did not spare His own Son, but gave Him up for us all - how will He not also, along with Him, graciously give us all things?
What more do we need to know about Him? Why would a good Father who has already given me everything and has already provided for my biggest need, salvation, not give me everything that I need for this life on Earth?
Last week I didn't really believe this about my friendships though. I sat on a bus on the way to New York City with 120 that I had barely met, and I was scared. I was scared that I would not have any friends and that I would have no one to care about me that week and this whole summer. I was scared because I felt like I had to do all of the work to make friends myself. I had spent four days already trying to be a part of everything that I could and meet as many people as possible, for fear that I would spend another summer in lonely exile.
Graciously, the Lord knew that I would need company and community to make it through this week. When I sat down on the bus at 6:00 Sunday morning, I was not in the seat that I wanted to be in. I was next to a girl that I kind of knew, but I was far from the group of people that I wanted to be sitting with. These were the people that I had been attempting to become friends with since orientation stated. They are the people who are always doing something, always laughing, and always having fun. These were the people that I wanted to be around. Haye were people that would sufficiently distract me from the hard parts of this summer and that would be a good place for me to hide and pretend to be happy with.
But that is not where I was, instead I was at the back of the bus and feeling alone. Then I made a choice to give myself grace, to allow myself to be alone for a little while and to spend time with the Lord. I put in my headphones and pulled out my journal and began praying. "Lord, your plan is so much better than mine. I know that you are a good Father, and that you know what you are doing this summer. If it is your plan for me to have another lonely summer, then work your will in that. But Lord if you have people for me to build with this summer, please bring me to them." I gave up on trying so hard to make friends and gave it to God.
And He was so, so faithful. The Lord is so good. He brought me to a group of girls who had been praying the same thing to Him. These girls were not fun-loving people for me to hide behind, but truth-seeking people who would be so sweet to me when I shared with them my struggles form this past year. They made my 21st birthday so fantastic and they were exactly the people that I needed for this past week. The Lord is so good and so faithful. He provides all that we need.
He was faithful in other parts of the trip as well. He filled me with boldness to talk to a woman in a coffee shop who was in desperate need of encouragement. He provided a connection with some Buddhist Monks who we prayed over even as they were in the midst of seeking false gods. He provided me with the most wonderful evangelism group to spend the week with. And when I felt convicted of my apathy, and of my unwillingness to share the gospel, He provided me with abundant grace. He is so good and so faithful to me. And I can feel myself falling so much deeper in love with Him.
He who did not spare His own Son, but gave Him up for us all - how will He not also, along with Him, graciously give us all things?
What more do we need to know about Him? Why would a good Father who has already given me everything and has already provided for my biggest need, salvation, not give me everything that I need for this life on Earth?
Last week I didn't really believe this about my friendships though. I sat on a bus on the way to New York City with 120 that I had barely met, and I was scared. I was scared that I would not have any friends and that I would have no one to care about me that week and this whole summer. I was scared because I felt like I had to do all of the work to make friends myself. I had spent four days already trying to be a part of everything that I could and meet as many people as possible, for fear that I would spend another summer in lonely exile.
Graciously, the Lord knew that I would need company and community to make it through this week. When I sat down on the bus at 6:00 Sunday morning, I was not in the seat that I wanted to be in. I was next to a girl that I kind of knew, but I was far from the group of people that I wanted to be sitting with. These were the people that I had been attempting to become friends with since orientation stated. They are the people who are always doing something, always laughing, and always having fun. These were the people that I wanted to be around. Haye were people that would sufficiently distract me from the hard parts of this summer and that would be a good place for me to hide and pretend to be happy with.
But that is not where I was, instead I was at the back of the bus and feeling alone. Then I made a choice to give myself grace, to allow myself to be alone for a little while and to spend time with the Lord. I put in my headphones and pulled out my journal and began praying. "Lord, your plan is so much better than mine. I know that you are a good Father, and that you know what you are doing this summer. If it is your plan for me to have another lonely summer, then work your will in that. But Lord if you have people for me to build with this summer, please bring me to them." I gave up on trying so hard to make friends and gave it to God.
And He was so, so faithful. The Lord is so good. He brought me to a group of girls who had been praying the same thing to Him. These girls were not fun-loving people for me to hide behind, but truth-seeking people who would be so sweet to me when I shared with them my struggles form this past year. They made my 21st birthday so fantastic and they were exactly the people that I needed for this past week. The Lord is so good and so faithful. He provides all that we need.
He was faithful in other parts of the trip as well. He filled me with boldness to talk to a woman in a coffee shop who was in desperate need of encouragement. He provided a connection with some Buddhist Monks who we prayed over even as they were in the midst of seeking false gods. He provided me with the most wonderful evangelism group to spend the week with. And when I felt convicted of my apathy, and of my unwillingness to share the gospel, He provided me with abundant grace. He is so good and so faithful to me. And I can feel myself falling so much deeper in love with Him.
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