Today I am in complete and total awe of God's goodness to me. He created me beautiful, a being founded in His image. He wanted me to be like Him, so that I could readily see and accept His power, glory, beauty, and grace. My soft hands show the juxtaposition of His that were roughly worked and brutally nailed to a cross. My mutilated and sinful soul is a mirror into the holiness that is Christ. My unknowing eyes reflect the knower of all things, the creator of infinity.
The Lord gave me a wicked sense of curiosity. I look at the world and instantly want to tear into why things are the way they are, who people are to their very core. I have a distaste for smalltalk and search for conversations that uncover what people believe in tips of their toes and depths of their souls. I thirst for words, text, speeches, research, sermons, music, art, and anything else that can show me the God that I serve.
He has blessed me with the spiritual gift of prophesy; that I can look into a situation and know what needs to be done. I seek justice with ferocity and speak up under all circumstances. My fists fly with precision and my words are strong and steady. He lets the spirit flow through me so that I can be but a humble and broken tool for his work.
He forgives me when my gifts cut others with the double edged sword, the way I can hurt with my best intentions. He wipes away moments where I trip into being overly convictive and too harsh. He breaks my spirit when I begin to grow pride.
He gave me wild hair and big eyes. He gave me a funny button nose and ears that are two different levels. He gave me a body that doesn't hold me back or limit me to any disabilities. I can run, laugh, sing very loudly and with lots of heart. I am flexible, healthy, energetic, and youthful. He gave me little fingers to wear my engagement ring with awe. I have dexterity and can play a piano and tie my shoes without help. I can grip a paintbrush and change my very world with the depths of colors. He gave me freckles and beauty marks and perfect little imperfections.
My life on earth has not been held back by poverty, disability, government, phobias, persecution, or chronic illness. He has provided me a bed, a roof, a sense of home. I have never been without and I have never been hungry. I have never lined up outside of a soup kitchen or asked for change on a subway. I have never sat in a classroom and not been able to read or comprehend the words on the board. I have never been cold in the winter or worn clothes that were not clean. The Lord has given me a bounty and it is with sovereignty that He takes away. He heals my illnesses and treats my mental disorders as moments where he can shine through my mortality.
He sees my weaknesses as opportunities for Him to be glorified. He allows me to suffer so that I can understand compassion. He allows pain in my life so that I will look toward Heaven. He allows me to feel confused, hurt, and betrayed so that I will know that He is the way, the truth, and the life. He lets me be ostracized, excluded, and completely alone so that I will know that this world is not where I belong.
I brag for my King.
I brag for my King, that I am one of His children. He has paid for my ransom, and chose me long before I was born. He sent Christ to be hung on a tree specifically for my very life. I will never have a reason to give up on life, because God is my very reason to live. He promises with the strongest covenant known and unknown to man that he will NEVER leave me or forsake me.
I am HIS. I belong to my sweet Messiah. I belong to God, my Lord, my Father, my Creator, Yahweh, Yeshua, the Prince of Peace, Elohim, the Light, El-Shiddai.
May my voice will never be silenced with songs of His worship. May my hands never stop doing His labor. May my arms never stop embracing others in love. May my eyes never stop looking toward my home, my heaven.
May my lips never cease whispering my gratitude.
