Several years ago, I encountered the love of God while sitting in a closet.
I was feeling broken and defeated after years of trying (and failing) to pull myself together. I had been avoiding God for years, certain He wouldn’t want to talk to me anyways. But that day, curled up in my closet, I tentatively asked if it was possible for Him to still love me, “even though…”
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My dad baptized me when I was a child, but I spent years doubting my salvation and wondering if it had worked. I would ask adults in my life if I was going to Heaven, and they always gave me the same response: I can’t answer that for you. As someone who likes black and white answers, I hated that nobody could assure me I was saved.
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Then Jesus told them, “A prophet is honored everywhere except in his own hometown and among his own family.” — Matthew 13:57
These were the words Jesus spoke while in his own hometown. The crowd was amazed by what he had been teaching, but they soon became distracted by his past and the things they knew about him: “Isn’t this the carpenter’s son?”
They missed out on the miracles and presence of Jesus because they couldn’t let go of who they thought He was. They “bore witness and marveled” at the empowering presence of God on Him, but then they reduced him back to the familiar and lost out on the eternal.
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In a season full of flooding, snowing, and ice storms (oh my!), sicknesses, fighting with insurance, losing power, remote learning, rebuilding, relocating, grieving, mothering two kiddos whose worlds were turned upside down, walking through trauma with flood victims while still processing our own, and working full time… I find myself a bit weary.
And by “a bit weary,” I mean the bone-tired, falling-asleep-while-standing kind of weary.
Some days, I’m ready to throw in the towel. Give up the good fight. Raise the white flag. Call it quits and go hibernate until summer finally arrives.
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It was an honor and privilege to share a brief devotion with some of my heroes in the field while serving with Samaritan’s Purse this week. Many of these volunteers have been on the ground for several weeks, pouring themselves out in order to make the love of Christ known to those who are hurting. I wish I could share all of their stories and testimonies with you, but for now, I wanted to share the words the Lord put on my own heart below.
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Grace Waves 