Ask Me How I Know

      Every morning I wake up, I make some coffee, and I look around the house to see if anything needs straightened up.  I then decide if sitting down at the computer and logging onto facebook is more important than dishes, or checking the bills, etc.  Now I know that the house is more important.  I have found that one other thing is even more so, and honestly, it seems to be the last thing I set my time aside to do.  Spending time in the word and getting to know my God is what I should be doing before everything.  Working out can wait.  Dishes can certainly wait.  Facebook would be better off  forgotten.  (All I do there anyway, is play these infernal games that cause addiction issues to exploding colored cubes and gems for points that don't get counted on any one's scoreboard but mine.)                                                                                          

      You want to ask me how I know this all to be true?  Good, I'm glad you do.  I felt a call on my life about six years ago.  I felt God literally whispering to my heart about all the hurting, heart broken, insecure women in the world.   That these women just might need to hear from a woman who felt all those things and then realized that God is her security and strength was a no brainer, but what God really meant, I'm sure, was that I was supposed to find that woman and help her get started in any way that I could.  I mean, I could offer to do paperwork or sing.  At the least, I could do her hair and makeup and get her ready to go out in front of people and do the thing God called her to do, right?  Ha!  Turns out He was talking to me.  So of course I jumped right in and said," Okay, lets do this."  Not!  I said, "God, I am not good enough."  I just kept thinking of my past and all the sin that was there.  I kept thinking about all things I had done or even the things that I hadn't.  Then the fact that I didn't know the Bible well enough to tell anyone else about it.  Shoot, all that underneath the fact that I had no idea how to even get started.  How in the world, with all the insecurities and doubts about myself, was I ever going to be able to point other women in the direction of healing?

      Well, guess what, turns out I had yet another thing to confess and get past.  My inability to not just believe God really forgave me, but that He wanted to use me as well, had to be given up.  (Hello control issues!)  Second Chronicles 7:14 says this, " If My people, who are called by My name, will humble themselves and pray, and seek my face and turn from their wicked ways, then I will hear from heaven, and will forgive their sin and will heal their land."  That verse just hit me right between the eyes.  Who was I to think that God wouldn't or couldn't do what He said He would and could.  So humbled, I confessed and prayed that He would forgive me yet again,  I started to seek His face in Bible study, I said take my life and make it Yours and do with it what You want. 

      I believe that the hurting, broken hearted and insecure woman are a sickness over our land that God will hear from heaven and heal if we humble ourselves and repent and leave our sins.  I know that God has called me to show proof  that it can happen.  Look at me, this is HOW I KNOW!