Friday, February 15, 2013

beloved

I wasn't sure how I needed Him, though the good girl in me knew that I did.

     After all, everyone needs God.

I nearly had to force belief in that statement.

And then, one day I asked God to knock me senseless about His death. I'd just never gotten it before. Thoughts of the Cross never seemed to jolt me awake.

I lived in pretend world that His death didn't matter to me.

But there's something about a prayer like, God show me you, that makes things happen.

When you come to Him with your curiosity and your admittance that you could be wrong, and you stand before Him with even an ounce of willingness and wonder, He takes it and grows it.

He uses specific instances when I fall short and shows me His love for me.

Time and time again I am given grace. And time and time again I have the choice to receive it.

Recently, I had one of those huge life moments when I came face-to-face with this life awakening, jolt defining grace. The kind that really made me stand and believe with all my heart that I really am beloved.

As perhaps the most remarkable, awe-striking events ever, I am changed. I don't want to go back.

I want to live -- truly live -- in bold confidence of my name, Beloved.

Because, He really will go to the trenches to rescue me from myself.



Today's post was part of my friend, Lisa-Jo's fun challenge each Friday to take five and Just. Write.

     "...for five, short, bold beautiful minutes... unscripted and unedited...
     without worrying if it's just right or not."

Share your heart . . . add a comment below.

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9 comments:

  1. Thank you for sharing. You are so right - when we are rescued from the trenches, we know & remember that we are His beloved.

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  2. Oh, we have to sit and ask - with an authentic heart wanting to see... I always enjoy your Friday posts...

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  3. Thanks heaps for reminding me I haven't sat at the foot of the Cross for sometime now. Need to get there, cry buckets of gratitude & be loved again. :D

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  4. I love this line "I want to live -- truly live -- in bold confidence of my name, Beloved."

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  5. Wow...perfect lovely in surrender.
    I highlight your line particular: "When you come to Him with your curiosity and your admittance that you could be wrong, and you stand before Him with even an ounce of willingness and wonder, He takes it and grows it."
    Oh, fan my face in yes, amen!

    So thankful I stopped by from our little link-up society. :) This was truly a blessing to my heart.

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  6. It is, truly, about Grace and the choice we make to receive it. Your words were such a blessing to me today...thank you! Wishing you a wonderful weekend! :)

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  7. Amy,
    I can really relate to your first two sentences. . .and the idea of God taking an "ounce of wonder and growing it". Smashing words, Ms. Hunt. Thanks for all that you add to the online world.

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    1. I'm overwhelmed by the mustard seed. Tiny, yet impactful. Not just one bite tastes it, but the flavor expands. Your words were powerful love to my soul, Amy, and I appreciate what you said.

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  8. I had a moment like that once - where I asked Him to show me how to love Him like I did when I was little - and He took me on a journey to Him:) Allowing ourselves to Be Loved by Him is half the battle! Beautiful post on Beloved - thanks for sharing your story:)

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