I once thought faith was as simple as taking an oath – agreeing to believe in something with my mind. For those of you who have read my book, you know that I was taught a hard lesson about faith. With absolutely everything stacked up against me, the Lord taught me how to completely surrender to his will. When that happens, even hope is changed – diverted into a desire to just belong to Him in a startling realization that HE is all that is, and I am nothing outside of Him.
Faith has a certain freedom to it – throwing my hands up and saying “It’s not up to me… I can’t do anything without you Lord.” Faith also has a battle to it – a pattern that I’ve learned to recognize. Every single time the Lord revealed something great to me, I had to see the opposite of that thing I believed in, before it would manifest. And there we have a little taste of spiritual warfare. For we walk by faith not by sight. (2 Corinthians 5:7). I feel like I’ve been in that battle stage for several months now on behalf of a very special person in my life.
Yesterday God opened my eyes to see the story of another – a story of broken dreams, extreme hardship and the overcoming blood of Jesus Christ. And in prayer, I realized that it was no coincidence this person was brought into our lives. Sometimes when your heart reaches out to help someone, the Lord reveals that he has sent them to help you.
When we see someone who’s hit rock bottom in their lives, we don’t say, “I want to be like that guy.” For me personally, I never understood the unfairness of life – some get their dreams handed to them on a silver platter, while others work so hard towards a goal only to run into a brick wall that shatters them into thousands of pieces. In my attempt to make sense of a just God, I assumed that karma played a role somehow in our different journeys.
To say that the Lord has adjusted my thinking is to wildly understate the transformation of my mind. I never knew how valuable the broken ones are. Today, they are beyond valuable to me. I know what’s inside of them. I know their compassion and their hearts. I know they are guided by the Almighty – qualified and ordained for assignments that few can take on.
I realize this is a very vague post and I’m sorry for that. Details just aren’t on my heart – but the message is. And that message is simple. Seek the Lord for understanding in all things that he gives and takes away (including people). And when we have a problem that we lay down at the alter of our Heavenly Father – wait upon the Lord, open your hearts to his voice and trust that nothing is outside of his purpose. It may seem like nothing his happening. It may even seem like all hope is lost. But that’s never the truth. Sometimes the very things and the very ones the Lord has sent to you, have been standing in place, waiting for your eyes to be opened.
Tonight I’m thankful for the humble… the meek and the lowly.. I’m thankful for my precious brothers and sisters who have been given the gift – “For unto you it is given in the behalf of Christ, not only to believe on him, but also to suffer for his sake;” – and I’m thankful that the Lord has brought so many of these beautiful souls into our lives to fellowship with us and bless us with their stories of redemption through the blood of Christ Jesus. He truly does use the broken.. <3