I am not my struggle.
I am not my weakness.
I am not my mistake.
I am in process.
I make look messy.
I may look hopeless.
But I am being made beautiful.
Seeds die to feed the hungry.
Diamonds tumble for a while before they sparkle.
The human brain sorts, organizes, and stores information for quick retrieval.
That works well for math, driving, and lots of other areas of life.
But is it fair to sum up a person’s whole existence on a moment, a decision, a season of their life?
Rosa Parks did a lot more than ride a bus.
George Washington told a lot more truth than about a cherry tree.
Lazarus became a pastor after he was raised from the dead.
Mary and Martha served in his church in South France.
We were formed from the dirt but we didn’t remain mud people.
The Living God breathed His breath into our lungs and we exist now to breathe for Him.
There is buried gold within the hearts of every human waiting to be unearthed to shine.
Salvation is not one-time transaction.
Salvation is a process of unearthing the beauty of a heart made whole.
Salvation is the process of resurrection.
If there is a resurrection, that means there was a death.
We die in Christ so we can be born again.
Death is not pretty or fun.
So if you have met me in a season of transformation, I apologize.
I ask that you give me grace to see the big picture of my journey.
See my value not as what I am today but what He is making me to be.
I have a story.
I am royalty.
I have a destiny.
And so do you.
I see it in you.
Will you see it in me?