A few days ago I celebrated the anniversary of my birthday in Christ. Alot has happened in the past 13,519 days. The collection of days since September 14, 1975.
I think back to what I must’ve been doing 13,520 days ago . . . heading for destruction, the way I remember. Comfortable in a self-dug pit.
Then an altar call a world ago. And, “just as I am” went forward. I still remember the fragrance of the woman who prayed over me when I bowed low before the Lord for the first time. Smelled like deliverance . . . and freedom.
I was unchained from me.
Someone along the journey mentioned the importance of a “life verse.” At the time, I didn’t know what it meant until the grace-moment I received a special word over my life from the treasury of David.
A life verse speaks directly into a situation. It came just in time while I was trying to make sense of a life that was not the way I scripted.
Among the 31,000 verses in Scripture, one was neon and heart-delivered. A luminary to shed light in the dark.
I would have despaired IF I had not believed I would SEE the goodness of God in the land of the living. Psalm 27:13
Sometimes the only thing we see is what we’re facing. It’s then we have to look up and not around.
So, this is etched in the margin of my Bible, fingerprints and tears smearing the memorized;
Life is hard, but God is good. If not for the hope that God would come through in this life, I would give up. Victory is not just in heaven but also here on planet earth. No matter how dark the night, we should never give up our confidence in God’s faithfulness, even when feeling like collapsing under affliction.
It goes on to say in :14 . . . Wait for the Lord and take courage.
I have been a lady in waiting for many things, for many years. But, I have seen the goodness of God in the land of the living. How about you?
God-breathed words written on ancient parchment shows up in the middle of my midnight. When I’m tangled tight and have questions, I let my life verse speak over the sound of life.
All verses bring life.
So, girls (and guys) wear your helmet and don’t lay down your sword . . . not for a moment.
And take the helmet of salvation, and the sword of the Spirit, which is the word of God.