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This ones kinda long... but stay with me

This ones kinda long... but stay with me

“…the Lord has anointed me to bring good news to the poor. He has sent me to comfort the brokenhearted and to proclaim that captives will be released, and prisoners will be freed. He has sent me to tell those who mourn that the time of the Lord’s favor has come and with it…... To all who mourn in Israel, he will give a crown of beauty for ashes, a joyous blessing instead of mourning, festive praise instead of despair.” Isaiah 61:1-3

In my bible this chapter is called Good News for the Oppressed but let me tell you when you are oppressed it is extremely difficult to hear good news. I relate to people who cry out in prayer and feel unheard. I understand people that are hurt because I have been hurt…... Oh if we could just pull back the make up and reveal the pain that has happened in our lives, in my own life. This scripture came to me while I was crying in prayer. You see, I like make-up. I like hair styles and pretty things and getting dolled up. I’ve also had to rebuild myself a million times from heartache and I’ve actually gotten to the point where I like me. I do, and people apparently like me because I make adult friends, and MAN is it harder to make friends as an adult. So, anyway, I’m in bed crying and talking to God and before I know it I say “Yes, I’m scared to be made over”.  I’m scared that The Creator is going to make me into someone that’s alone, because I’ve been in places of loneliness before and I know that God uses loneliness as a tool. I’m scared that he is going to give me something that I cannot handle …. I’m scared that this loving father is going to break me and not build me up, so I can’t give him me. I can ask him to come down but I can’t give everything up, because he requires it all. So, Instead I continue to cry out in prayer for Him to come into my situation. The same redundant prayer, when he’s telling me that I need give myself to him. Instead of asking him to come down I need to go up. The thing is, when I go up and give it to him (like really surrender) he’s going to make it over.

I was listening to a popular preacher on YouTube and he was talking about when the angel would come down in Bethesda and stir the pool (John 5:2-4). During this occurrence the first person in the pool when it was stirred would receive healing. Well the sick man was at the pool and was explaining to the healer that he had never been healed because no one had come to put him in the pool when it was stirred. This was in response to the question “do you want to get well?”. After the mans excuses Jesus replied “Get up! Pick up your mat and walk”. (At this point I’m sure it may not seem like I’m going anywhere with this but stay with me). Like... it makes one wonder... If this man was at this pool all these years, why would Jesus ask him if he wants to get well. Isn’t being there proof enough? Isn’t me going to church and waking up to do devotions when I could be sleeping in, proof enough. Why are you asking if we want to get well when it should be obvious? Well, maybe because it needs to be asked. Maybe we’d rather remain angry at the person that hurt us, so they can’t hurt us again. So, we don’t “play the fool”. Maybe we’d rather lay in bed in despair than try and risk failing. Maybe we’re comfortable laying at the pool... or the alter… and crying and waiting for someone to stir the water. Maybe We really need to just GET UP!

So, I’m sitting in bed crying, telling the creator that I’m scared to be changed, believing that I don’t know what to do to fix the situation… and the word is telling me to GET UP!!! I mean, I like me, I like my friends, but I know that I cannot continue the way things are going. I wasn’t really looking to be changed, if I’m angry I probably have a reason. I wasn’t really looking for God to “fix me” … I’m not the issue, my situation is. But God said he would comfort the broken hearted, HE SAID he will release me, and he said he would trade BEAUTY for these ashes. Ashes are the remains of something after burning… I provided the sacrifice, God provided the fires… now he’s coming to trade beauty for the remains… I don’t have to rebuild myself or my situation. I just have to surrender, let go, and let God do what he said he would

pretending to be a savage wont heal that hole in your heart

pretending to be a savage wont heal that hole in your heart

Work your life!

Work your life!