My Dear Siestas,
There is simply no time on the annual calendar more precious and profound to us in Christendom than this. I was reflecting a moment ago how rarely we could land on a day or a weekend that most of us were having the same kinds of thoughts. Even Christmas has our attentions strewn among many things but Good Friday, for all of us who follow hard after Jesus Christ, only one.
I told the Lord a little while ago that I supposed, if we really fathomed the depth of Christ’s sufferings and the heights of our redemption because of it, we surely would not be able to lift our faces from the floor. The reality is, we can’t comprehend it. But we can well sit and reflect. We can well glance back over our pasts just long enough to realize afresh what God did for us on Good Friday so many years ago. We can well plead for Him to break through all of our distractions and self absorptions and make Jesus the dearer to us. We can well ask that we would allow our circumstances to make us the nearer to Him. We can well picture every challenge in our lives, every difficulty, every loss, every sickness, every sin, every defeat, and every heartbreak as the soil beneath Christ’s Cross, left beyond choice but to move that it might be planted in the depths with a victorious thud.
“And even though you were dead in your transgressions and in the uncircumcision of your flesh, He nevertheless made you alive with Him, having forgiven ALL your transgressions. He has destroyed what was against us, a certificate of indebtedness expressed in decrees opposed to us. He has taken it away by nailing it to the cross. Disarming the rulers and authorities, He has made a public disgrace of them, triumphing over them by the cross.” Colossians 2:13-15 NET
The power of the Cross has taken our disgrace and publically heaped it on our enemy.
I told Amanda yesterday that I could not think of a sweeter and more powerful way for us to observe Good Friday on this blog than to invite you to share your own story (in short form please) of your salvation. We have learned so much about one another through various journeys here but this will be the first time we’ve actually given our testimonies of salvation. When did you receive Christ as your personal Savior? How old were you and what were the circumstances leading up to your decision?
I cannot convey how much these testimonies will increase my appreciation of the power of the Cross this day. Let the redeemed of the Lord say so!
Blessed Good Friday, my dear sisters.
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I was eight years old when I was saved. I was watching a local Christian children’s program. The host was Aunt Emma. She told Bible stories with puppets I believe. At the end she invited the viewers to accept Christ as their Savior, and I did. Then she told us to tell our parents and I did! The next year my Daddy died, but not without knowing his baby girl was saved!
Beth,
Your words are so profound! The Lord has really used you and for that I am grateful! I am a new fan of yours only been listening and reading your bible studies for about a year now. I really enjoy them and look foreword to new ones.
Thank you SO much and God bless!
Bobbiejo
I know it’s not Good Friday any more, but I just saw this post & wanted to share anyway. My relationship with Christ began on a summer day at Vacation Bible School when I was five years of age. I had just heard the story of Noah’s Ark and God’s faithfulness during the flood, when something mysterious took root in my soul. In that moment, I saw the veracity of the Gospel, and I could not resist accepting Jesus Christ as my personal Savior. A skeptic might think that no five-year-old child could make an independent decision about something as life-altering as religion, but I remember the moment like it was yesterday. I was not coerced—I just believed. In fact, no one even knew what I had done. For a few weeks after my salvation experience, I didn’t tell anyone about the momentous decision I had made. As I look back now, I wonder what possessed me to keep my joy private. Normally, I am a verbal processor–I will tell a complete stranger my whole life story if they ask. But, for some reason, at that moment, I decided to wait a while to tell anyone, even my parents, of my new found belief. I knew that if I told my parents, they would rejoice and make a big deal about it, and I think like Mary, I wanted to “[treasure] up” the gift of Jesus “and ponder [it] in [my] heart” (NIV, Luke 2:19). Well, it’s not a secret any more! I will tell anyone who will listen how God saved a wretch like me!
I was raised as a Jehovah’s Witness and I always knew God existed, but the concept of Jesus was vague to me. My parents divorced at age 10, my mom left the religion, and my dad began taking us to an evangelical Christian church for about 2 years, after which he gave up “religion” entirely. I never did understand the whole Jesus being my Saviour thing. I didn’t understand that God loves me. I prayed casually until age 14 when I got frustrated with God when (probably among other things going wrong in my life) he didn’t answer a prayer request of mine: “Please make my period go away, I don’t want this to happen to me!” Seems awfully silly now! I then got into a bit of Wicca, followed by an increasingly dangerous alcohol/drug/party phase, which continued after I moved out on my own at 17. I started praying again at age 18 when I broke up with a bad news ex-boyfriend and didn’t know where else to turn. I continued praying casually and occasionally, attended a church here or there but I still didn’t understand the meaning of life in Christ until age 23, about 7 months ago. I was brought back to God and humbled before him the day after an alcohol-influenced pride-driven fight with my significant other one night. From that time on I promised to hold onto God and in my words at the time “do whatever You want” for the rest of my life. And he has been teaching me and changing me dramatically ever since I have been pursuing a close relationship with Him and seeking Him constantly. As someone who was constantly searching for the meaning of life in meaningless things, I am so grateful I found it in Jesus. I am now baptized Catholic, however thanks to my life experiences, I will never be caught limiting my edification to one religious point of view – I seek His wisdom from all angles! One more thing: Beth Moore I have been so blessed by God teaching me through your bible study, thank you and thank Him for what he is doing through you, keep it up!
It was 4 years ago this Easter Sunday that I was baptised at the age of 37! After a lifetime of NO knowledge of religion or Christ and an emptyness that left me feeling that I “didn’t belong in church”, God sent an amazing pastor and his wife to reach into my life and reflect His glory so brightly that I HAD to have whatever it was they were “selling” (LOL). I struggled to just let go of the old me for quite some time, but I no longer feel that unquenchable drive to find life’s purpose — I now live to know Him and His purpose. Since that time, God has saved my 2 teenage children and continues to call on my husband’s heart…I’m believing God for his salvation as well. Blessed by the name of the LORD — my God and my refuge!
I was 5 year old when the lord started to deal with me to repent.Which I didn’t know than –
now that I am save-He was there all the time tuging at my heart.It was in my late 20
when I got save and love every minuite of it.The neat thing about being save is when we
mess up he is there to pick us up.June
I was 11 years old at Trails End Ranch Bible camp in Ekalaka, Montana. I was a pretty naïve and innocent 11 year old, and so my life didn’t change dramatically until I reached college and made a new commitment to Jesus and the Word of God. This took place after a whole year of outright rebellion to God and every other authority in my life. It wasn’t working and I knew it. I re-submitted myself to obedience to Him and haven’t been the same since (now 27).
Dear Beth: I just finished So Long Insecurity on both audio and book. I just want you to know that I found myself crying at the end…I didn’t want our journey together to end. I feel like I have gotten to know you and want you to know how much I appreciate your work. Can’t wait until Grand Rapids…Counting Down the days!
What a good question….I know I accepted Jesus due to some great people in my childhood. I don’t actually remember first receiving salvation, but I remember publicly giving my faith as I was baptized in junior high. It was a very serious step and to me it was my “marriage” to our Lord and Saviour. It was the step of not turning back and required me to really look at who was around me and influencing me. As an adult and mother, I have clung to my Lord as I rebuilt this relationship after a heartache that knocked to my knees and shook my core and now I am moving forward and leaving all that behind. I am so blessed and so thankful that we don’t have to come to Him each day and ask for salvation. I don’t think I could do it, but knowing He is faithful and will forgive me is very precious. He is SO good.
I think I was practically born in church. My mom made sure my brother & I were there every time the doors were open. She took us alone; my dad never came with us. Even when we tried the, “I’m not going because Daddy’s not going!” excuse, she would tell us to get dressed and off we went. I don’t know how she did it, but every Sunday morning, night, & Wednesday night we were in church. I loved the Lord with all my being and I was saved on a a beautiful Sunday morning during Sunday School class. I think I was around 11 or 12. My life changed from that moment on. I think the most incredible thing that came out of my salvation was that my dad came to my baptism & then he began coming to church. A month later he accepted Christ as his Lord & Savior! Like I said, I don’t know how my mom did it for 12 years, dragging my brother and I to church, but she did & I’m so thankful! My husband is a lot like my dad & I pray that one day he will freely go to church & begin to see and love our God. Keep me in your prayers that I can be a light to my husband and to those around me. God is good!
I was about 6 years old in my Daddy’s old red car. He told me the story again about Jesus’s sacrifice for me and asked me if I’d like to pray to receive His salvation. I said I did. He led me through a prayer confessing Christ as my Savior. When I was around 12, I began reading His Word daily. A change started to take hold in my life and my relationship with Him began in earnest.
I was eight years old and was baptized on the 4th of July!!! I like to say its the day I became independent of the world…and dependent on God!!! It is my “dependence” day!!!
Throughout elementary school, my best friends family would come and pick me up for church in their big, blue Scooby-Doo like, van. I would pile in and away we would go to a Wednesday night children’s service. In middle school, I didn’t have church clothes to wear so my best friend’s mom took me to the fabric store and had me picked out fabric. She made me two skirts so I would fit in. What a love offering. The summer b/f 9th grade, my friend was planning on going to a high school camp. I’d heard there’d be over 500 teenagers there, many would be boys 😉 so I went. I accepted Christ as my Savior at that camp (June 1987). My life has never been the same…hallelujah!
Hi Beth,
I was 29 when I accepted Jesus as my Savior. I had spent my 20’s studying various religions, trying to fill that God-shaped hole in my soul, and just shy of my 30th birthday Jesus got hold of me and would not let go. The spring before I was baptized, I prayed a lot for guidance, and I asked God to give me a sign that He wanted me to become a Christian. I had recently moved back to my parents’ house and was looking for a home of my own, when the parsonage across the road from my childhood church came up for sale. In spite of my financially precarious position, God made it possible for me to buy that house, complete with a sidewalk leading straight to the door of His House. I couldn’t have been given a clearer sign! I was baptized that summer, and living in that house, with God as my closest neighbor, has done a great deal to hold me accountable in my walk of faith. I am now just shy of my 40th birthday, and it’s been a rocky 10 years…but thru it all, my home is a refuge, and God is always near. Praise Him!
Loved reading these…all for God’s glory….
I’m still being “saved”. Like so many others..exposed and in church as a child, confirmation as 6th grader, then at 30, the desire to read his Word settled in my soul,then 10 years of listening to everyone on the radio or TV who talked or sang about Jesus… then at 40, found BSF and finally the anchor holds!! Now at almost 60, still in BSF, a few Beth Moore studies under my belt, saved and living through the daily, hourly process of sanctification, still peeling away the layers of pride and allowing God to replace them with humility, looking forward to heaven and finding glory on earth through teaching little children about their savior, Jesus Christ, our Lord, and praying, praying, praying. He is Risen!!! Glory Halleluiah!!!
I will always be amazed that God would come and save a “wretch” like me. I got saved the summer before eighth grade at a “Back to School” rally. I had heard the gospel once from my older sister, but didn’t understand it. Then, when I finally started going to church, actually just the youth group at first, I heard the gospel message a couple more times, and it finally sunk in what it all meant. I remember praying with my youth group leader’s wife, Janet, and another girl from youth was also praying with us to receive Christ. I was crying, we all were, and I remember feeling such a burden lifted from me, I still tear up thinking about it. I had been left with hardly any hope up until that point. Too much had happened to me already, and I was weary and scared to death of the world around me. I hated myself many times before. But at that point, I absolutely knew, everything was going to be okay, I had a new life! A new one as a new creation in Christ! Only the Lord is able to do that. Only Him:)
Blessings, much love in Him to you:)
katiegfromtennessee
I guess better late than never so here goes:
I don’t really know the exact date or time of my salvation. To the best of my recollection, my life has been a series of redemptive processes. WOW is Jesus ever patient, steadfast, and true! Relentless is more like it. (Thank you Lord!) As a young girl I had a heart for Jesus. I can remember praying so hard when I was around 12 years old (too bad I was praying for angels to appear to me with some kind of divine orders). Of course, I had no visitation from angels and did nothing noteworthy or spectacular during my early teen years. As a matter of fact, I let problems at home and the world around me convince me that “I” WAS THE WAY AND THE TRUTH AND THE LIFE. Yep, you guessed it. That didn’t work out. I had a wonderful Mother and a commpletEly absent Father. Turns out they were waiting for me to turn 18 so that they could get divorced….They almost made it. My father left my mother for another woman (with whom he had another life and a four year old son)when I was a Junior in high school. As the baby of four this ROCKED my world. My siblings were all off living their lives and I was the only one at home and went through every step of the grieving process with my mother. Then I proceeded to go down one destructive path after another. I ruined relationships that had taken me YEARS to build with my dearest and closest girl friends. Sold myself out every chance I got when some guy, ANY guy would glance my way twice, and decided that experimenting with drugs was the way to go. I also ended up having an abortion. If you could really truly grasp how far I’d fallen, it would BLOW your mind. This of course resulted in my separtion from God (my doing of course…not His). My 3.9 grade point average went right out of the window and I graduated 21st instead of 1st (trust me I could have used the scholarship money). I was “engaged” several times (maybe not in my suitor de jour’s mind… but in my mind I was always waiting on that ring!) The first guy who actually proposed (and bought the ring) was of course the “lucky winner”. Married at 20 simply because i was looking for love in all the wrong places (no disrespect to Debra Winger or John Travolta). Every bad decision that two people can make in a marriage was made. Cheating, lying, … DISFUNCTION at its finest. Then something began to cross back over in me that I truly cannot explain. My first daughter was born and I was never the same again in my heart. God used that baby fresh smell and soft skin to SPEAK life back into my heart, soul, and mind. I wish I could say that all was well thereafter. However, my husband took a few more years to come around. We had a second daughter 6 years later and I experienced the fiercest case of Post Partum Depression ever (I’m sure of it). Turns out he’d continued the cheating. I left him for a short time and it was then and only then that God reached right down and shook the YUCK from our family. REPENTANCE for all … GLORY TO GOD TODAY I KNOW THAT I AM FORGIVEN…THANK YOU THANK YOU LORD! Life is still hard but I WILL NOT give up on Jesus because HE DID NOT GIVE UP ON ME. I don’t know why, I just know it is so, therefore I walk on with Him. Thanks for Listening 🙂
I remember looking around during the ‘invitation’ in children’s church when I was 7 years old . . . also remember my heart pounding as I raised my hand to let the teachers know I wanted to pray to ask Jesus to forgive my sins and to be part of my life. It certainly wasn’t a ‘perfect’ prayer, but it changed my life! I loved God’s Word from a young age, memorizing the whole book of James in the 4th grade so I could go to church camp that summer for free! He continued to be close to me through all my rocky growing-up years, and the love between us just keeps growing. While there have been times satan has tried to make me doubt my ‘child-like faith’, and I have prayed to’recommit’ my life several times, ‘just in case’, I am confident my loving Father heard and answered the prayer of a nervous 2nd grader and granted me eternal life on March 13, 1965.
I was 15 at a Young LIfe Camp, Windy Gap, in North Carolina. I had grown up in church and knew the word, quoted the word, I prayed. August 1975, though, I nailed it down (as I have heard Beth say). I climbed onto a seemingly empty field, where the night was clear and the stars bright. I admitted my sin and asked God to forgive me. That is what was missing; I was a good girl in church. Sin? me? no! Everything had been done to me, not by me. But then I heard yes, we “all have sinned” and “fall short of the glory of God.” That same night I confessed my most recent wrong to a believer and asked forgiveness. That is when the personal relationship with Jesus began. I do love the Lord.
I barely saw this post, and even though Easter Sunday has passed, I want to post my testimony.
I don’t remember the first time I accepted Christ as Savior. To be honest, I think I always believed that the bible stories and Christ’s death were truth even as a youngster attending Catholic school.
I grew up in a very violent household. I understand how it’s hard to think about God or “spend time” with God when you’re doing everything in your power just to hold on to the sanity you have to make it through each day. My father’s role was mostly one that tormented us, and our family yelled every day. A life like that…how could I believe God cared when nothing ever changed? I was just trying to survive, keep my hopes up, believe in a “God who would some day help,” take the “safe path” that’s common to the American culture, i.e.,finish school and just keep some “respect” about myself and others.
In a lot of ways, I just was never taught or knew how to ask or pray or open the bible…a lot of distraction and resistance was probably rooted, who knows just how rooted?
I was saved at 22 by opening the bible to John and the words poured into my soul, and I cried because nothing could have broken my heart open at that age in my life when so much darkness had resided for so long. Even after this, I still took the “safe” route and pursued a career as a teacher at 22. For 9 years I wandered in and out of obedience to Christ. For the past two weeks, I have returned to a life of repentance, and even though I disobeyed Christ after having been “saved”…He has shown me my insecurities through the book that may have caused me to not be so obedient, He has used pain as a megaphone, He has used relationships to strengthen me, He has used my intellect to humble me, and Today…I now know what I was supposed to do when I was 22…
HONOR MY GOD AS NOT ONLY SAVIOR BUT AS LORD….
Without obedience to Him, I cannot truly honor Him. God is the only one who kept His promise to me, although I never could keep my promises to Him.
This past Easter was different. I was reminded that God’s not going to grade on a curve like so many complacent Christians think or “good people” or even where I was 2 months ago. He’s separating the righteous from the wicked on judgment day. Yes, I knew Him as Savior at 22. Today, I hope and pray that I will continue to serve Him as LORD until the day I die. I want to be on team Jesus if He comes any day now.
I attended catholic school as a child and teen. When I was about 10 I can remember wanting to serve on the altar but you had to be a boy to do that back then. So I decided I would say mass at home out of my fathers bible and when I grew up I wanted to be a nun. I truly loved god and wanted to serve him. Enter the world, a completely dysfunctional family,then alcohol and drugs. I just cycled from one pit to another. However I always had an awareness of God. Fast forward 35 years.A long time friend had found the Lord and she gave me a bible. We started attending church together and we were both baptized in 2007. I had accepted the Lord as my savior but I I struggled for a year and a half not knowing what I was supposed to do or how I was supposed to form a relationship with Him. I attended a bible study where I noticed a love for Jesus I had not seen before. I can remember thinking she was in love with him and I remember thinking how much I WANTED THAT.I also learned a lot from that study and many things began to make sense. I found this teacher on TV and ordered DVD’s and things really started to click then I attended another Bible study by this same teacher it was simply called “Believing God” It so changed my way of thinking about God.It profoundly changed my prayer life,my study habits,my quiet time and more importantly It profoundly changed me. There was breakthrough…finally I knew where I had been and Jesus was there,I knew where I was going and He would be there,I was beginning to know who I was and that I was in Him and Him in me. The revelations I received from that bible study astounded me in more ways then I can express here. I believe I was saved as a child but I didn’t truly give myself to Him until after that bible study when it all became very clear.
Thank you Father for giving me access to a great teacher of your word.
Thank you for loving me so much that you allowed our paths to cross
exactly when I needed it and not let me languish in ignorance.
Thank you Lord for that humble little woman named Beth Moore that you
allowed to be living water to me until she could lead me to you.
Thank you Father for gifting her so mightily in her ability to teach your word
with the passion and fire of your Holy Spirit.
Thank you Beth Moore for your obedience to do what you were called to do. Thank you for helping me find my path and not miss the bus.Please pray that the Lord would show me the gift He gave me when I was born again. That I would do it as well as you do yours and be as obedient and like you be a blessing to those I might have the privilege of minister to. You have been a beacon of light to me. I would like to be a blessing to others as you have been to me.
Ginny
I was eight years old when I asked Jesus to be my Saviour and Lord. I knew that something was missing from my life and I saw how Jesus worked in the life of my sweet grandmother Mamie as well as my dear Mother.(Both who have gone home to be with the Lord.)Spent my early days going to Sunday School and singing about Jesus. April 1, 1961. From the great hymn “He Lives”… can still remember sitting on that hard wooden piano bench beside my grandmother,both of us singing from the top of our lungs…”He lives within my heart…” Praise you Jesus!
my salvation happened when I was 12. My unsaved parents believed we should all be dropped off at a southern Babtist Mission from time to time…I answered the invitational hymn….I heard angels sing…and prayed with a mother whom I know where she is to this day. Took a while to figure out how to live….I was 30 when I found a place to light and learned scripture but I have learned it fast and have latched on and have no plans to look back….I love love love Him…and have raised my kids to love Him..I have failed in some areas as a Christian parent..cuz I didn’t have an example…but…God has me covered…I am sure of it!
Today is what I think of as my second birthday. It is my born-again birthday. Forty-six years ago I was nine years old and Jesus knocked on my heart’s door for the first time and I asked him in. And he came in and never left.
My story of salvation…my boyfriend went to church…I went to his church because he came and picked me up in his black, shiny car…everyone there but ME seemed to be a baptized believer…I was taking communion but didn’t really get it…I kept this up for a year, I went every Sunday, I helped with VBS…I was a good person…then it just hit me…I love JESUS, I believe He died for me, I know that He is the only way to heaven. I am baptized…still don’t feel much different, except knowing my future is secure in Christ. I marry, have two girls, then go to my first women’s bible study, I find out that the WORD of God is exciting and real, that being a christian isn’t boring at all, that God has so much more instore for me here on this earth. I study, study, study and begin to come alive with joy in Jesus. Thanks Beth for what you do…if it wasn’t for your obedience I may have never known the here on this earth “thrill” of the One and Only!
Hi, Beth! I’m a little behind the curve, but wanted to tell you how blessed I remain to have come across those wonderful Lifeway studies you are writing regularly as my Christ encounter really came during the season of my opening the first pages of your studies and Beloved Disciple.
I was twelve years old when I got in the car after church one Sunday and told my parents I thought I needed to accept Christ as my Savior. That is the important part – I accepted Him as my Savior in 1982 – no doubt about it. Never one minute was I concerned I was going to suffer hell after that. But, I never gave Him lordship over my heart.
At Gateway Church we have this really important sentence that really bids the question we ask people who are struggling with various issues and have lots of questions about whether or not they are saved. “Tell me about the last time you had an encounter with Christ that changed you.”
It is usually followed by the question: “Do you remember having a life-changing encounter with Christ?”
If I am honest. My 1982 experience changed my expected outcome, but it didn’t impact my choices or my life too very much. I pretty much still walked the prodigal line until I was about 30 years old and never really considered God personal or in a relationship with me until I was about 33 years old. I had experiences before that but nothing like what happened in the Spring of my 31st year when He met with me in nature and delighted me with a strong breeze and warm sunshine in the creek where I once played as a child.
Then in 2003, I went to a Pregnancy Resource Center conference and heard “The Passion of the Christ” described in verbal detail. Each paragraph of Christ’s suffering capped off with “And He did it so you could be His Bride.” By the end of the conference I was laying in the floor surrendering every part of my heart, mind and spirit to God. I found myself crying throughout the next 36 hours. Tears of love, joy, repentance, and so much more. Tears of worship. I remember telling my husband the next day, “It is like the scales have fallen off my eyes and I can just see God everywhere.”
I think this is the day I truly made Jesus the Lord of my life. I encountered the freshness of His Spirit on me that day and I just fell at His feet in worship. A few weeks later I began studying Beloved Disciple and the following spring I was leading our women through not one, but starting our third corporate Beth Moore study. That particular study was “When Godly People Do Ungodly Things.”
I did my homework weeks in advance. Why? Because as the leader I was not going to be the one person who showed up with blanks on her page. The first session of Beloved Disciple drove me bonkers. I wanted to fill in my blanks so bad.
If I tell the truth I did not want to do Breaking Free or When Godly People… After all, these two studies would require me to press into Him, examine my life, open that dreaded closet where the skeletons live and face the unbearable depravity of my own soul. I liked my skeletons covered in desk and tucked safely behind that door that I never planned to open if I could help it.
One particular night I woke up to a very loud voice commanding me, “Watch the Video.”
I first thought it was my imagination. But, when I laid back in the bed and tried to resume my slumbering – I heard it again… “I said, ‘WATCH THE VIDEO.'”
After the third round of tossing and turning I got up and popped the third week of When Godly People into the DVD player. Can I tell you my obedience was in action only? My heart was far from it. I sat in the dark living room with only the bathroom light peeking around the corner and held my closed workbook in my lap without even a pen in my hand or a page turned back.
Mid-way through the video I found myself in the floor on all fours weeping my heart out. God had begun to reveal to me in the gentlest fashion all the sins that stood between He and I that I had left unconfessed. I saw the utter depravity not of mankind or the original sin of Adam – I saw the utter depravity of my own soul. My flesh had violated every area of God’s law and righteousness. I was broken. Convicted. I was literally a weeping, snotty heap in the living room floor.
I remember after some time asking, “God, what do you want me to do with all this?”
I heard, “Go look in the mirror.”
My response. “NO WAY. I have a good idea what that looks like and I don’t want to see it.”
I heard it again. I finally pulled myself up and stumbled toward the florescent bathroom beacon above the mirror. I walked in and looked through bleary eyes at the swollen, sopping wet face and mats of hair stuck to the side of my face. I heard, “Look what a mess you’ve made out of the beauty I created.”
It wasn’t the least bit condemning or hurtful. It set me free. God said He created me beautiful. He sees me as beautiful.
For the first time I saw myself through His eyes.
Since that night I have had moment after moment of relating to God up close and personal – sometimes delighted and sometimes messy and sometimes just in the routine everydayness that is life happening. But, He is ever there, always faithful and He never fails to delight me with His love and joy in every way.
Thank you for being faithful.
P. S. I spent last week at Pink Impact listening to your friend, Priscilla Shirer bring us a message that spoke to the heart of our women on so many levels.
I pray you are blessed. I miss stopping by as often as I used to, but I love you and remain in awe of our God who gave us the gift of His heart through you.
Love and HUGS – Siesta Mama.
MB
May our Lord keep spirits up & bless all with his peace.
your sister in our Lord Sandy
My christion sisters, Praise The Lord !!!!!
I figured this reply thing out & I need so much to share with my sisters in the Lord. I also love keeping up with Beth Moore & all the latest christion news & prayer request. Thank You Lord.
Blessing to you, too. Sandy. And Praising the Lord you figured out the reply thing! 🙂 Be encouraged — jump in and join the bloggy goodness here. It’s too much fun.