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I Am Here
I have not abandoned you to suffer in misery and angst.
I Am here to comfort you.
I have not abandoned you to hunger and want.
I Am here to provide all that you need.
I have not abandoned you in the midst of your pain and grief.
I Am here to dry your tears.
I have not abandoned you stewing in your biting anger and cynicism.
I Am here to plead for you with all that I Am.
I have not abandoned you to languish in powerlessness and fear.
I Am here to protect and defend you.
I Am here.
I am no longer languishing in poverty, hunger, and neglect.
I am filled to overflowing and wholly satisfied.
I am no longer isolated, cut off, and afraid.
I am enveloped by the very warmth of Your presence.
I am no longer enslaved in a prison of shame and guilt.
I am liberated to come and go as my heart chooses.
I am no longer fodder and prey to the enemy.
I am sheltered, defended, and protected by Your hand.
I am no longer dismayed of the power of death.
I am alive eternally in You.
I am no longer lost, aimless, and alone.
I am held firmly where I belong in Your loving embrace.
I am no longer adrift in a sea of nothingness.
I am anchored securely by Your great love for me.
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“The bromides, platitudes, and exhortations to trust God from nominal believers who have never visited the valley of desolation are not only useless; they are textbook illustrations of unmitigated gall. Only someone who has been there, who has drunk the dregs of our cup of pain, who has experienced the existential loneliness and alienation of the human condition, dares whisper the name of the Holy to our unspeakable distress. Only that witness is credible; only that love is believable.”
Brennan Manning – Ruthless Trust
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“When we focus so strongly on our need to get better, we actually get worse. We become even more neurotic and self-absorbed.
Preoccupation with our guilt (instead of God’s grace) makes us increasingly self-centered and morbidly introspective. And what is Original Sin if not a preoccupation with ourselves?
What needs to be ultimately rooted out and attacked is the sin underneath my sins which is not immoral behavior but immoral belief: faith in my own moral and spiritual ‘progress,’ rather than in the One who died to atone for my lack of progress.
Listen carefully: Christianity is not first and foremost about our behavior, our obedience, our response, and our daily victory over sin, as important as all these are.
It is not first and foremost about us at all, it is first and foremost about Jesus!
So instead of trying to fix one another, perhaps we might try ‘stirring one another up to love and good deeds’ by daily reminding one another, in humble love, of the riches we already possess in Christ.”
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“When the prodigal son limped home from his lengthy binge of waste and wandering, boozing and womanizing, his motives were mixed at best. He said to himself, ‘How many of my father’s paid servants have more food than they want, and here I am dying of hunger! I will leave this place and go to my father.’
The ragamuffin’s stomach was not churning with compunction because he had broken his father’s heart. He stumbled home simply to survive.
For me, the most touching verse in the entire Bible is the father’s response: ‘While he was still a long way off, his father saw him and was moved with pity. He ran to the boy, clasped him in his arms and kissed him tenderly.’
I am moved that the father didn’t cross-examine the boy, bully him, lecture him on ingratitude, or insist on any high motivation. He was so overjoyed at the sight of his son that he ignored all canons of prudence and parental discretion and simply welcomed him home. The father took him back just as he was.
What a word of encouragement, consolation, and comfort! We don’t have to sift our hearts and analyze our intentions before returning home. Abba just wants us to show up.
We don’t have to tarry at the tavern until purity of heart arrives. We don’t have to be shredded with sorrow or crushed with contrition. We don’t have to be perfect or even very good before God will accept us. We don’t have to wallow in guilt, shame, and self-condemnation.
Even if we still nurse a secret nostalgia for the far country, Abba falls on our neck and kisses us.”
–Brennan Manning (The Ragamuffin Gospel)
There is no color.
There is no class.
There is no size.
There is no scale of beauty.
There is no sex.
There is no title.
There is no example.
There is no age.
There is no status.
There is no importance.
There is no performance.
There is no ability.
There is no talent.
There is no achievement.
There is no superiority.
There is no intelligence.
There is no degree.
There is no handicap.
There is no greater.
There is no lesser.
For You have striped all of that away,
And declared us all one In Christ.
All have value and worth.
All are beautiful, necessary and needed.
All are talented and able.
All are whole and healed.
All are loved and adored.
For You are the Great Equalizer.
~ Laurie Pontious-Andrews
Sometimes, I’m strong.
Sometimes, I win the battle easily.
This makes me feel as though
I’m never going to fall again.
Sometimes, I’m weak and stumble.
Sometimes, I lose the easiest of conflicts.
This makes me feel as though
I’m never going to overcome.
Both of these conclusions are wrong.
It’s all part of the process.
The process of recovery.
The process of growth.
The process of change.
The good, the bad,
The difficult, the easy –
It’s all part of the journey.
I’m only a failure when I quit and give up.
I’m only a failure when I refuse to try.
Thank You for the power of Your Grace
That generously flows when I’m falling hard.
Thank You that there is indeed an Eden awaiting me
And You are standing there cheering me on.
~ Laurie Pontious-Andrews