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Tuesday, January 15, 2013

Everything Good

Jesus equips me with everything good for doing His will and works in me what is pleasing to Him. 

Jesus equips me with everything good for doing His will and works in me what is pleasing to Him.

Jesus equips me with everything good for doing His will and works in me what is pleasing to Him.

Yeah, I have that on repeat in my mind and my heart. I like to do this thing where I plug myself into Scripture and speak it over myself. I want to receive this truth. I want to be part of the story. I mean, I am part of the story. I'm grafted into it. Cut and pasted, if you will.

I'm cut from my old life, my old ways, my old temperaments and attitudes and whatever else hindered me and kept me in bondage from abundant life. I'm cut from those patterns. I'm cut. I'm pasted by still waters, in a place where thanksgiving and love never cease.



sunset on January 14th, 2013

The last few weeks have been a little bit nuts. I've been trying really really hard to get a hospital job. First in California.

That didn't work because of license shenanigans and how long it takes to acquire such a license. Then I started looking and calling for part-time jobs in Georgia, where I'm moving in just a few days to start the next step. I have an interview on Monday, so prayers please!

Specifically, the last couple of days have been a little rough on my ticker. I'm making some changes, accepting the truth as it is, dropping expectations, and figuring out that I'm still overly sensitive about certain things--so sensitive that when they come up, I very much revert to my old ways.

Not okay.

The other day, I got flame-arrowed straight to the heart. My very identity was questioned, the core of who I am and what I'm worth was challenged. The devil whispered 'your fault, your fault, you are guilty, guilty, unworthy, unloved, irresponsible, lost' and I sat there for days, with this filthy lie circling my head. It made me angry and hurt at people, instead of the enemy. Instead of rebuking it, I simmered in self-pity and guilt-tripped my way to the moon and back.

Not okay.

Let no one ever make you feel unworthy and guilty.

You are free and innocent and good by the precious blood of Jesus.

Let no one make light of the abundant grace and mercy that is yours from the King of Kings, who calls you His child.

I was watching the Bachelor and one of the women had 2 children and was sent home. The guy said he didn't see a long-term connection with her and didn't feel right keeping her on the show and away from her children. As she walked outside and gave a short interview, she said "I wasn't enough for him."

I wanted to give her a hug and tell her how much that's not true.
NOT TRUE.
Just because one person didn't choose her does not mean that her worth is lessened or threatened.
Her worth, and our worth, is defined by the One who created us and saved us.

If only she realized that her Father in heaven was shaking His head about her words, and singing over her about how worthy she is.

God is working in me what is pleasing to Him.
I'm moving forward, stepping into more and more ministry.
I'm fundraising again, opening up yet another channel for the faithful to pour into for His Kingdom. I already have one family donating monthly toward my discipleship and apprenticeship program in Georgia through Adventures in Missions, and I need 5 more families or individuals to make a tax-deductible donation of $50/month for this year.

If you feel led to donate to God's work in me, click here and please let me know!

I ask for you to be in prayer for continued faith, endurance, and provision into this new, exciting season of my life in Georgia.

May the God of peace, who through the blood of the eternal covenant brought back from the dead our Lord Jesus, that great Shepherd of the sheep, equip you with everything good for doing his will, and may he work in us what is pleasing to him, through Jesus Christ, to whom be glory for ever and ever. Amen. -Hebrews 13:20-21
















Hugs and kisses,

Helena

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