Let me just tell you.
God is faithful.
In case you didn't know, I have my nose pierced. (Cool blog topic, huh?) Yep, got it pierced when I was seventeen, I guess about two years ago now.
I took it out tonight. Permanently.
I was standing in my room getting ready for bed, and it hit me. The nose ring thing isn't me anymore.
See, when I got my nose pierced, I was experiencing the most difficult, earth-shattering time of my life. Some of you know that. Others may not. Well, if I were to be honest, I'd have to say that getting that piercing had a whole lot to do with what I was going through at the time. It was a symbol of my pain, in a way. Sure, I thought it was cute, and I still do. (My face looks kinda bare to me without it.) But the fact remains that the piercing was more than just a fashion statement; it was a sign of my brokenness.
Today, I don't bear that brokenness any longer, thank the Lord. About a year ago, during the first two or three months of my year at the Honor Academy, God set me free from so many chains that had bound me for what had seemed like an eternity. I took hold of that precious freedom, and I proclaimed victory over my life. Sure, I was weak, but with God I was strong. I didn't have to sit back and let the Enemy beat me down over and over and over, relentlessly. I could resist, and he would have to flee.
So I realized tonight how my nose ring symbolized those chains now long gone. And like I said, I took it out. I then began journaling my thoughts, and toward the end of my writing, I penned, "...God has healed me. I am risen. I'm undivided. I'm undaunted, and I'm a warrior."
After writing a couple more sentences, I took out my Bible and flipped it open to a random page, expecting to read an equally random passage. But I tell ya, God is faithful. As my eyes focused on the paper, I read a single phrase:
"Let the weak say, 'I am a warrior.'" {Joel 3:10b}
Amen.
I am a warrior.
God is faithful.
In case you didn't know, I have my nose pierced. (Cool blog topic, huh?) Yep, got it pierced when I was seventeen, I guess about two years ago now.
I took it out tonight. Permanently.
I was standing in my room getting ready for bed, and it hit me. The nose ring thing isn't me anymore.
See, when I got my nose pierced, I was experiencing the most difficult, earth-shattering time of my life. Some of you know that. Others may not. Well, if I were to be honest, I'd have to say that getting that piercing had a whole lot to do with what I was going through at the time. It was a symbol of my pain, in a way. Sure, I thought it was cute, and I still do. (My face looks kinda bare to me without it.) But the fact remains that the piercing was more than just a fashion statement; it was a sign of my brokenness.
Today, I don't bear that brokenness any longer, thank the Lord. About a year ago, during the first two or three months of my year at the Honor Academy, God set me free from so many chains that had bound me for what had seemed like an eternity. I took hold of that precious freedom, and I proclaimed victory over my life. Sure, I was weak, but with God I was strong. I didn't have to sit back and let the Enemy beat me down over and over and over, relentlessly. I could resist, and he would have to flee.
So I realized tonight how my nose ring symbolized those chains now long gone. And like I said, I took it out. I then began journaling my thoughts, and toward the end of my writing, I penned, "...God has healed me. I am risen. I'm undivided. I'm undaunted, and I'm a warrior."
After writing a couple more sentences, I took out my Bible and flipped it open to a random page, expecting to read an equally random passage. But I tell ya, God is faithful. As my eyes focused on the paper, I read a single phrase:
"Let the weak say, 'I am a warrior.'" {Joel 3:10b}
Amen.
I am a warrior.
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