I picked up my Bible from childhood this morning. As I flipped through the pages, I realized the dirt that was throughout from the tornado. The pages are brittle from being soaked. Many are frayed and bent. It is damaged. Yet it is perfect.
I didn’t put it aside because of the damage to the structure. Underneath all the damage, it remains true, whole, living and good. God is in it and underneath all the muck and mire and as strong as ever. His Word is alive, true, and strong.
So much like us. So much like me, as muddy as I may be on the surface and as frayed as my edges may be. Brittle and fragile, as I cope with the past, present and face the future…God is underneath all that. He is strong for me. He is perfect. He is pure.
As a child I see that I wrote in the front of my Bible “The Spirit of the Lord is on me because he has anointed me to proclaim good news.”
This is our calling. All of us. Even though we are covered in mud and torn and frayed, we remain whole in Christ to preach and proclaim salvation. Don’t let your damaged flesh hinder your anointed soul.
Kimdcrawford 11.25.2016
Sis, whew! I needed this reminder this morning and in this season of life. It’s evident that my spirit and flesh struggle now. God is working. He does care. He has been working through various vessels to help me, including Scripture and our friendship. Thank you for being a real friend!
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