I begin to tear up as I look through pictures and prayer journals packing for my next move. Memories dance.
Who am I, oh Lord, that you have brought me so far?
Whether I choose to follow Christ or not my life is a miracle. (The Hardest Story to Tell) I don’t know the hurt girl in these journal entries. She is a stranger.
Meeting me a few years back and meeting me now I only hope people see a change of heart. A woman who’s lifestyle is a walking testimony.
Who am I, oh Lord, that you have brought me so far?
I am overwhelmed by Gods grace and how he has restored my heart again and again–how he chooses us again and again. How he fought for our very souls. How we are worth something to him.
Who am I, oh Lord, that you are bringing me so far?
I feel like David in this prayer. I am so overwhelmed by the Lord’s love.
Psalm 8:3-4
“When I consider your heavens,
the work of your fingers,
the moon and the stars,
which you have set in place,
what is mankind that you are mindful of them,
human beings that you care for them?”
God loved us before we came to be. He chose us then, on the cross and is choosing us now. I am overwhelmed. Despite where I am from, what I have done, the thoughts I’ve thought, the horrible things I have wanted to do, he still wants me. As I allow God to work in my heart, he patiently breaks it, molds it, then breaks it again making me more like him. This is our life long journey he wants to take with us.
Who am I oh Lord that you are bringing me so far?
Although the constant battles of my flesh hide within my heart; I remember he broke my chains when I chose him. I don’t have to be the old girl of past. She is a stranger. She is dead. She is forgiven. She is redeemed. She is made new.
Who am I oh Lord that you have brought me so far?
Written July 3rd, 2015