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the Same

My heart has been taking quite the beating lately... it's been a mixture of leaning in to the hard (normal) things of life (discipline, and finances : P ), hurting deeply alongside people I love, and working through human, messy relationships.

The vast majority of my prayers have been asking for truth. It's so easy to get lost in life, and lose sight of who God made me to be, and even to lose sight of who HE is! With each breath I've been asking, "Show me truth, Lord, and remind me of who I am to You..."

His answer to me has been woven into my thoughts in my time alone with Him, and has been reinforced by words of truth spoken by others that love Him. He has answered me,

"Jesus Christ is the same yesterday and today and forever." (Hebrews 13:8)

and

"You have not come to a mountain that can be touched and that is burning with fire; to darkness, gloom and storm... But you have come to Mount Zion, to the heavenly Jerusalem, the city of the living God. You have come to thousands upon thousands of angels in joyful assembly... you have come to God, the judge of all men... to Jesus the mediator of a new covenant... Therefore since we are receiving a kingdom that cannot be shaken, let us be thankful and so worship God acceptably with reverence and awe, for our God is a consuming fire." (!!!)     (Hebrews 12, parts of v18-29)

I know those verses in Hebrews written about the mountains, etc, were not directly written originally for me. But the Bible is often what God uses to speak to us. What I heard from this is that I have chosen my side. I have joined a "kingdom that cannot be shaken", led by Jesus Christ who is "the same yesterday and today and forever"! And to stand firm, securely rooted in the God that loves me beyond human comprehension.

All around us life ebbs and flows. Some seasons are joyful, some seasons threaten to destroy us... but the God we worship has not changed.

What a mighty God we serve!

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