I Hear a Voice, and He Calls Me 'Redeemed'
These past two weeks have been an absolute roller coaster. I have become extra familiar with the third floor of the old building at the hospital (and pretty much every other floor). The change in my appetite has thrown me for a loop, and my cup of grace is dwindling. My supply of tears has somehow grown and has spilled over more times than I would have imagined possible. Today I finally recognized some of the lies that the enemy has been trying to tell me, and I want nothing more than to renounce them. Rather than writing the lies I've battled this week, I'm writing the truths God tells me instead. I am strong . Where I am weak, God is glorified ; my weaknesses are never in vain, Satan cannot capitalize on them if I lay them at Jesus' feet. My life doesn't have to be in perfect order before I am qualified to help people. It is okay to cry in the middle of a church service (and not everyone is looking). I am not alone. I am called out, I ...