My identity was a foreign issue to me. I had no idea who I was because all the lies of the past still had their grip on me. I needed to realize that God created “me” for Himself. He put in me all the tools and abilities that I would need to live the life He had created me for.
I know some of you are already tempted to stop reading this article after seeing the title. I run into so many people that say "journaling just isn’t for me". If that is your thought, I hope to challenge your thinking just a bit so that you can see the benefit of journaling in your own life.
What are the steps God is asking you to take in this season? Be encouraged as you watch Erin's video.
My husband and I sat in our car that Sunday afternoon as I read aloud the letter our daughter had presented to us two days earlier, with the instructions that we read it together while she was at home—in case we had any questions. Sensing the weightiness of the letter's contents, we had put off reading it—till now.
It felt a lot like the analogy of drowning in the ocean. Every time I would pull myself up and drag myself away from the emotional ties, every time I thought I was finally free of it, that magnetic attraction would sneak up on me like an undertow at the beach, dragging the ground right out from under my feet. It was an exhausting process, one that left me feeling trapped and short of breath.
The song I'm sharing is one I wrote with a dear friend out of a heart of thankfulness and praise to God for the ways he has shown his undeniable love and erased deep strongholds of shame in my life.
I stared blankly. The blank portion of my devotional stared back. What’s my mission? My purpose in this season? Condemnation began filling up the space inside. If the principle is that Jesus invites each of us to join Him in His redemptive mission, shouldn’t I have a mission field?