Change would be the next step.
Facing facts about ourselves is a direct link to weakness or some may think.
How can we not realize we are not perfect? We were born imperfect so when did we decide we know it all? Our 5th birthday?
When did we find out we didn’t need help? Or God?
Who told us we were so wonderful that they wouldn’t change a thing about us?
I don’t recall anyone ever telling me that.
The truth is the truth is the truth.
John 8:32 “And you will know the truth, and the truth will set you free.”
So you ask, “What is the truth?” Jesus Christ.
And the way you get that truth is by spending time alone with him.
Jesus opened my eyes years ago to his awesomeness, presence and knowledge.
I certainly haven’t arrived, but I left. Once I started getting to know him, I realized how little I knew. We have this idea this earth and life here is all there is.
God’s knowledge and wisdom that he wants to teach us is infinite. There are storehouses of wisdom in his word, prayer and sitting in his presence.
He waits for us to seek him so he can fill us full of him.
Prayer is powerful. God was rather clever when he thought the idea up. Just think: you can’t be across the world to help someone because we are not omnipresent like God is. In prayer, we release the need to God and he takes care of it.
And the truth again here is God is much better at dealing with us than we are with each other. He can fix what we can’t.
Once we get close to God he will take us on a journey of molding us into what he created us to be. The process can be painful, miserable and no fun. There are times we feel as if the grinding of our souls are nothing but a soggy mess. At that moment, God will use his compassionate hands and begin to form us little by little into his image.
The transformation is startling. As we begin to view life, people and difficulties through God’s eyes, our hearts change.
Once you experience it, there is no going back. And you don’t want to go back.
Everything looks different.
Earthly desires have a stench to them.
Materialism loses its meaning.
We lost ourselves in a molded bowl and came out looking like a vase.
Past hurts, wounds and betrayals are attached to the Cross.
It is there we are set free.
It is there we receive redemption.
It is there we behold the love of God in a brand new, shaped heart.
A heart he filled with himself.
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