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When I said yes

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When I said yes to God, I had no idea of the path it would take me on.  My heart and the broken places inside of me were a mess, yet I found hope in God and I was “all in.”   I found a God that offered a way through truth.  Truth that I was truly forgiven and fully loved.  Thirty years ago, I said yes, and looking back on the path, I see the inclines that have given me spiritual muscle.  I’ve seen grace and miracles come through pain, growth, beauty and love.  

These days, though, I’m tired.  Because I often think that after all this time, I’d have some kind rest, maybe a little coasting.  But just like the physical body, if we stop working it, using it, we die.  Atrophy sets in.  Spiritually, I sometimes feel atrophied.  My spiritual laziness makes me feel even dead at times.  It is a place so easy to get to.  I rest on my own “goodness,” whatever that is.  And that’s the beginning of a new path that takes me absolutely nowhere.  

Today.  Now.  I say yes again.  And it may just be the most important yes I say.  It’s a yes I will say each morning so that God can take me out of my “goodness” and back into my brokenness.  The place I started.  It is the place that makes the journey beautiful, painful, and meaningful.  It is the place that builds spiritual muscle.  

When did you say yes?

The LORD'S loving kindnesses indeed never cease, for His compassions never fail. They are new every morning;  Great is Your faithfulness. "The LORD is my portion," says my soul, "Therefore I have hope in Him."… Lamentations 3:22-24




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