Finding God This Christmas

“God saw everything that he had made, and behold, it was very good.” – Genesis 1:31

I always thought those words, “It is good” came from a place of pride. That God looked down on his creation and gave himself a pat on the back for the beauty and creativity and innocence and perfection. But I think I was wrong.

Nolan

I watch my son wake up from a nap. He’s like his mama. He loves to wake up slow. We believe easing into sitting up, not rushing to turn on lights, and gently facing the day is the best way to wake up. So I just lean into the door frame and watch him wake up slowly. He rolls around, watches the fan, babbles and coos. My heart wants to burst at the sight of this squishy, innocent, beautiful little boy. My mom always told me that one day I would understand the love a parent has for her child. I knew it would be big. But I couldn’t fathom this. A love so strong; certainly unconditional. I love him simply because I do, not because of anything he has done.

And I think this might be a small picture of what God did after He created humanity. He watched His creation, His children, with a smile on His face, love bursting out of His heart. And He said it is very good. Not from a place of pride, but from love. This beautiful, innocent, perfect human being—the human that would one day break His heart—He looked at with unconditional, overwhelming love.

This how He looks at you, now. Even on the days you break His heart, He is filled with love for you.

I can’t imagine it! Except that in a small way, I can. I know Nolan will grow up and will most likely say or do something that breaks my heart. Last week, he didn’t break my heart but he did make me feel overwhelmingly tired and frustrated. But even on my hardest days with Nolan, I can’t wait to hold him, sing to him, kiss his squishy cheeks, and give him what he needs.

God doesn’t get weary physically, but I know I’m not His easiest child. I don’t always listen. I disobey. I try to do things on my own rather than ask Him for help He is eagerly waiting to give. And while I can’t project human emotion on a perfect God, I’m sure that’s frustrating.

Even though you and I are not perfectly behaved children, our Father can’t wait to hold us, sing to us, comfort us, and give us what we need. Even on our worst days, we can climb into the Father’s lap and let his love wash over us. His love is more unconditional than we can even fathom!

“The Lord your God is in your midst, a mighty one who will save; he will rejoice over you with gladness; he will quiet you by his love; he will exult over you with loud singing.” – Zephaniah 3:17

“For God so loved the world, that He gave His only begotten Son, that whosoever believes in Him, will not perish but have everlasting life.” – John 3:16

As you move towards Christmas Day, look for the evidence of God’s love. Recognize that by sending Jesus to earth, God proclaimed his overwhelming love for you. He literally moved heaven and earth to show you just how deep His love goes—not because of anything you did but because of who He is. Will you receive His love today? Will you reach out to Him and let Him quiet your anxious thoughts and fill your heart with songs of rejoicing? Will you ask him to rescue you, or simply just be with you?

Today is a new day (thank goodness!) and He’s still here, still watching you with love in his eyes, still confident that you are worth it, still claiming, “it is good.”

To help you find focus in your time with the Lord, I’m offering you a Christmas Quiet Time Guide. I hope it brings you joy and peace that can only be found through Jesus.

What attribute of God is most evident to you this Christmas?

 

Stop Believing You’re Not Good Enough

I didn’t make the show choir in seventh grade. I wanted so badly to wear the character shoes, shiny black skirts, and blue sequined vests. If you weren’t in show choir you got to wear a horrendous green plaid, itchy skirt with a white long-sleeve button-down blouse. It was the furthest thing from cute. But during my audition, I knew I wasn’t going to make the show choir. Have you ever had a moment like that? You know you’re failing as you’re doing something, but you can’t walk away? I was so off-key during my audition that I distracted myself and forgot the dance moves. It was embarrassing. It was disappointing. And it wasn’t the first time I didn’t make a team (even if it was the show choir team). Thankfully, I survived middle school, itchy choir concerts, and made it into adulthood thriving. The only real reason that audition stands out to me so clearly was that it was the day I surrendered my dreams of Broadway. I’d heard it was hard to make it to Broadway if you can’t carry a tune.

My vivid recollection of that moment may cause you to look at me questioningly when I tell you, I haven’t thought about that audition in such a long time—but it’s true. I only thought about it after a discussion in Bible study with a group of freshman girls.

The lesson was on the temptation of Jesus in Matthew 4, when Satan attempts to deceive Jesus into doubting his identity as the Son of God. In our small group, we passed around index cards and asked the girls to honestly (and anonymously) write down the lie Satan uses most often to attack their identity. The common thread linking them all—including adult leaders? “You’re not good enough.”

These girls are high school athletes, cheerleaders, honor roll students, girls cast in The Nutcracker and school plays. These girls are friendly, smart, and fun to be around. I don’t think anyone has actually ever spoken the words, “you’re not good enough” directly to them. No one has spoken those words to me, yet I wrote “not talented enough to be used by God” on my index card. Satan is not creative. I believe that is the front-runner of all lies. “You’re not good enough”— that’s his go-to. And while it’s lazy, it’s effective. We start to hear it when we’re kids, wonder if it’s true when we’re teenagers, and continue to fight it when we’re adults. 

It was that Sunday morning when the show choir memory popped up. Because my 7th grade audition is not what I think of when I hear the enemy whisper, trying to coax me into fear and insecurity. The enemy’s words are not usually centered around our failure to make a team, or getting passed over for the promotion, the job, or the call-back. It’s a deep seeded, inner voice convincing us that someone out there knows, despite all of our masks, that we’re not good enough.

But it is a lie.

The enemy knows that if you are a child of God, he cannot touch you. He has no authority to disqualify you from doing the very thing God created you to do. So because he can’t touch you, he attempts to deceive you into doubting your identity as a child of God. When you doubt who you are in Christ, when you doubt God’s calling on your life, you often take yourself out of the game. You assume God can’t use you, or worse, doesn’t want to. So you quit before you even get started. 

What chapter in the Bible captures the story of a man who tells God he’d like to confront a world leader and free God’s people from slavery, and God says, “Sorry, you’re not good enough”? Or a woman who asks Jesus if it’s okay if she goes into her village to tell everyone that He is the Messiah, and Jesus says, “Sorry, you’re not good enough.” You won’t find that chapter because it doesn’t exist. Instead, you find the opposite. You find people telling God, “I’m not good enough,” and God saying, “But I am. And I’m choosing you to do this with Me.” You find Jesus befriending, loving, healing, and sharing meals with—especially with—those who believed they were not good enough.

The enemy whispers a lie and without even realizing it, we determine that we’ll never measure up to the lofty picture we’ve painted for ourselves—some worldly standard of success or task that’s too big for us to accomplish. It’s as if we’re a child standing up as straight as possible, only to determine we’re not tall enough to ride the rollercoaster. So we walk away dejected, never hearing the Father calling us, inviting us to join Him on the ride.

But if we look to the One whose opinion matters most, we find strength in our weaknesses, grace in our failures, love despite our unlovable tendencies. We have a new name, a new mission, a new standard of success. We are given affirmation and acceptance. Because of Jesus. Jesus loves you with an unexplainable love that crushes every feeling of inadequacy and replaces it with the fullness of his power.

So, the next time you hear the lie that you’re not good enough, dismiss it and claim the Truth.

The Truth is:

I am fearfully and wonderfully made (Psalm 139:14)

I am free from condemnation  (Romans 8:1)

I am a child of God (John 1:12)

I am significant (Philippians 3:20)

I have access to God through the Holy Spirit (Ephesians 2:6)

I am a member of the Body of Christ (1 Corinthians 12:27)

I am a personal witness of Christ (Acts 1:8)

I can never be separated from the love of God (Romans 8:35-39)

I am complete in Christ (Colossians 2:10)

I can do all things through Christ’s strength (Philippians 4:13)

I am God’s workmanship (Ephesians 2:10)

I am capable because God is with me (Joshua 1:9)

I have been chosen (John 15:16)

Following Jesus’ example in Matthew 4, we have to combat every lie, every deception the enemy shouts, with Scripture. We have a God that loves us deeply and longs to speak life-giving Truth into our hearts and minds. So instead of comparing ourselves to arbitrary measures of success only to retreat into self-condemnation, let’s rest in who God says we are.

Live today like His opinion of you is the most important one. He proudly says that in Jesus, you are enough. And through Jesus, you can do anything He asks you to do.

 

The Story of Moses: When God Picks You

 

This summer, I was fascinated with the story of Moses. Maybe I was fascinated because something that was once so familiar felt fresh, new. I read the pages of Exodus this time completely from the vantage point of Moses himself, pretending—to the best of my ability—that I didn’t know the rest of the story. I tried to imagine what it would be like for Moses to one day realize that he had been rescued as a baby. That his mom is not really his  mom and his people—his family, those he would have lived with, eaten with, worshipped with—were slaves. Every day they are beaten, starved, and forced into hard labor while he lives in the palace. How, even though none of this is his fault, Moses must have felt guilty. He wanted so badly to be there with his people but he didn’t know how to go back in time, how to rejoin his family, how to enter into slavery. So, he decided to do something about the oppression he sees. He killed an Egyptian. Surprised that no applause erupted from his people, and now threatened by Pharaoh, Moses ran away. Moses resolved that he would forever be separated from his people and attempted to build a new life. And while he tried desperately to forget his past, God had not forgotten him!

Reading the account of God calling Moses in Exodus chapter 3 and 4, I shake my head in wonder. A smile slides across my face as I think about the creativity, power, majesty, mystery, and grace the God of Abraham possesses. How absolutely incredible it is that Moses gets to see it, hear it, and feel it firsthand. God has gotten his attention, calling Moses to follow Him. Seeing the affliction of His people, God intends to use Moses to rescue the Israelites from Pharaoh.

(If you haven’t read those chapters in a while, take some time to do so. It’s honestly such a great story, you’ll probably keep reading….just try pretending you don’t know the outcome!)

Throughout these verses, I adore how honest Moses is. Even though the bush is on fire but not drying up, even though God’s voice is clear and powerful yet loving and kind, even though God has answered every question and made Himself known as intimately as Moses’ human mind can comprehend, Moses keeps trying to get out of it. But what should I tell them? But what if they don’t believe me? But what if this sign isn’t enough to convince them? But what if I can’t do it?

And then Moses says, head down, defeat in every word, “Oh, my Lord, please send someone else.” (Exodus 4:13)

Pick someone else.

Have you ever said that to God? Have you ever asked to be disqualified from the race, determined that there was a better choice?

Perhaps Moses was afraid of the same things you and I are. Afraid of failure, afraid to expose our inadequacy, afraid to face uncertain circumstances, even afraid of total submission to the Lord.

Moses didn’t want to face any of these fears, so he asked God to pick someone else.

When God chooses us for a specific role, we tend to respond just like Moses. We first play along, asking God if He’s sure. Begging God to tell us what to do, what to say, how to respond. But still, we want to surrender to defeat before we even start the race. God, just pick someone else.

I know I’ve felt that way. If it was anyone else, I would encourage them to trust God, to give it a try, to step out in faith, and all of those other true, yet cliche things. Even now, I want to read these pages in Exodus and tell Moses that it’s going to be so worth it! That he’ll have victory and that he cannot even imagine what God is going to do in him and through him!

And you know what? The same is true for us. Whatever God is asking us to do, even it’s filled with scary uncertainty, threatens failure, or exposes our weakness, it will be so worth it! We will have victory! We cannot imagine what God will do in us and through us!

God knew everything He was going to ask Moses to do wasn’t about Moses. But God was determined to include him in this journey. He let Moses bring Aaron if that’s what it would take to convince him to come along. God had picked Moses. He wasn’t going to let him miss this!

God wants you and me to simply come along in this journey. It’s not about us proving ourselves. It’s not about us being good enough or qualified enough, strong enough or smart enough. It’s not about us completing the task or just doing the thing God asks us to do. It’s about accepting an invitation to come along in the journey. Because God has some pretty incredible things to show us. He longs to teach us more about Himself. And usually we can’t learn those truths unless we’re on our way—even when, or maybe especially when, the destination is unknown.

So the next time God invites you to follow Him into something difficult, instead of asking Him to pick someone else, take a breath and say, “Okay. Okay, God, I’ll go with you.” You might walk into the very thing you prayed would never happen, the most frightening, most exposing, most uncertain circumstance you could ever imagine. But you are not alone. The very God who invited you to come along is with you every step of the way. He picked you specifically for this journey, so you can believe it will be okay. In fact, He may be patiently waiting to perform a miracle right before your very eyes!

No Good Thing

“No good thing does He withhold from those who walk uprightly.” – Psalm 84:11

It was a Monday night when I read these words, several weeks after I learned that Drew and I were pregnant with our first child.

In just a few short weeks we had already loved, prayed for, and dreamed about meeting the little one growing inside of me. I wrote in my Bible next to this verse “what a great promise!” As I thought about what it would be like to feel this baby move inside of me, what it would be like to hold him or her for the first time, what it would be like the first time this precious gift smiled at me, I claimed Psalm 84:11 excitedly. God was surely not withholding anything good from me! Thank you, God for your blessing, for graciously giving me a child for whom I had prayed!

That Wednesday, Drew and I had our first appointment with the doctor. We were eight weeks along and anticipated hearing our little one’s heartbeat. I was lying down, waiting anxiously for the doctor to turn the screen around and show us the ultrasound. Her face remained emotionless as she peered at the screen. I was suddenly aware of how quiet the room was. Shouldn’t we be hearing a beating heart? “I’m sorry,” the doctor began to say. Disappointment washed over me. In the silence of the room, “no good thing does he withhold from those who walk uprightly” filled my mind. Did I still believe that? How could I believe that?

Two days later, on Friday, my body physically experienced the miscarriage. While I was doubled over, my abdomen cramping in a way I have never felt before, pain searing through my body, blood pouring out of me, “no good thing does He withhold from those who walk uprightly” replayed in my thoughts almost rhythmically. Like a song I couldn’t get out of my head. Could I claim this verse now? Now that I lost a child? A child I prayed for and longed for? A child that I dreamed of meeting, holding, teaching, loving? This did not seem like a good thing. This felt like a mean trick. This felt more like God snatching a good gift from me. The gift that He had just given me. Why would He give it if He was only going to take it away? My mind reeled with thoughts of accusation, disappointment, confusion. No good thing do you withhold, God? Then what is going on? Through the tears and the pain, I tried to trust that this verse was still mine to claim.

 

Even in the midst of loss do you still believe that God is not withholding anything good from you? Do you still believe that He is faithful? Do you still believe that He is good and loving and trustworthy?

Can I say yes to those questions? Can I say yes even in the hard times? Even on the hard days?

 

I have had many tearful conversations with God since the miscarriage. I have poured over God’s Word, the only place I seem to find true peace and hope. The more I read, the more I pray, the more I see that God is good. He is faithful. He loves me and grieves with me. His purposes – although not always clear to me – are good. If you and I can trust Him in the good moments of our life, then we can trust Him in the hard moments also. Because He is unchanging. He never viciously causes harm and heartache for His children. Like Job, we learn to pray, “God gives and takes away but blessed be the name of the Lord” (Job 1:21).

Does this feel impossible sometimes? Yes.

I know you have suffered loss, too. We cannot leave this world without experiencing loss of some kind. The loss of a loved one, the loss of a dream, the loss of a job, the loss of an unborn child. It’s all painful and confusing and unimaginably difficult. But I am walking a road where God is using that loss to draw me closer to Him. This road, while not one I would have chosen for myself, is teaching me about His love, about his faithfulness, about what it looks to trust Him to heal my broken heart and bind up my wounds (Psalm 147:3).

 

What road of loss have you walked? What parts of God’s character are evident to you because of that journey?

 

In the midst of it all – the blessings, the answered prayers, the days filled with joy as well as the pain, the disappointments, and the days filled with tears – are you able to believe that God is good? In the midst of it all may we repeatedly believe, “No good thing does He withhold from those who walk uprightly.”

When You Have Nothing Left

“I remember the power of God is in me; therefore the power of God is accessible to me. I just have to put my heart in a position to tap into it.”

I read these two sentences in Lysa TerKeurst’s book, Unglued, and my mind reeled. How could I forget this? How could I lose sight of the incredible truth that the power of God is in me? The power that created the world by a simple command. The power that parted the Red Sea and saved millions of people. The power that dropped manna from heaven. The power that rescued 3 men from a fiery furnace and shut the lion’s mouth. The power that healed countless hurting people. The power that calmed the storms and fed 5,000 men with a handful of bread and fish.

The power that raised people from the dead is in me.

IN. ME.

IN. YOU.

Y’all, I just cannot get over this! Two weeks ago I read this truth in the middle of a chapter in the middle of my living room in the middle of a very busy week. And I cannot stop thinking about it. I don’t think God has rattled the same thing over and over again in my mind in a long time. Or maybe I just haven’t been paying attention very well.

For about a year, God and I have been having lots of conversations about surrender and how I’m not very good at it. I like to take control. But I had just been so tired and anxious and frustrated because I had reached the end of myself. I felt like a basket-case emotionally (which is probably why I picked up a book entitled, Unglued, about how to manage your emotions). Do you ever feel this way? I began noticing my shortcomings and inadequacies as if someone had taken a giant yellow highlighter to those places in my life. I had been relying on myself for so long and kept coming up short. I hated it. But what options did I have? Keep working. Keep trying. Keep going.

But I am not alone in this struggle. And neither are you. In some of Jesus’ last conversations with his disciples, He longed for them to understand this just as He longs for us to understand. “But the Helper, the Holy Spirit, whom the Father will send in my name, he will teach you all things and bring to your remembrance all that I have said to you. Peace I leave with you; my peace I give to you. Not as the world gives do I give to you. Let not your hearts be troubled, neither let them be afraid.” – John 14:26-27

I know this truth; I’ve heard it 100 times. But I don’t always act like it. I forget that I have the Holy Spirit, God HIMSELF, living in me every day. I forget that he’s not just here to convict, while he certainly (and often) does. He is here to give us access to God’s power.

Power to love those who are currently driving us crazy.

Power to be joyful despite the unsettling circumstances swirling around us.

Power to experience peace even though our mind poses questions we just can’t answer.

Power to be patient when we want to take control.

Power to show kindness even when kindness is not shown to us.

Power to do good even when it’s inconvenient.

Power to respond with gentleness instead of snapping in irritation.

Power to exert self-control even when it’s easier to give in.

Why? Because we can. Because God is with us! We can access His power to be and do all of the things we can’t be and do on our own.

I think that’s why all of those bolded words are called Fruits of the Spirit. Those qualities, those responses, are only possible when they are born out of our reliance on the Holy Spirit. God in us produces those things. We will never produce them on our own. But oh how I have tried!

That quote by Lysa, that truth from God’s Word, so encourages me. It’s a gentle reminder that we don’t have to keep trying and failing. We don’t have to take a highlighter to our life and point out all of the areas we’re lacking. We just take ourselves and our needy heart to the Father—the One who sent us a Savior and a Helper. We put our heart in a position of humility and readily receive the power of God that has been in us all along. Then we get a front row seat to see what He can do!

Applying this truth is not always easy, but we have to try. Realize the power of God is in you and is accessible to you. Tap into it today!

 

 

When Chaos Meets Grace

running late

It started out as a great morning until it was time to get dressed. Suddenly everything in my closet was unappealing. I put on outfit after outfit and felt uncomfortable in all of them. This need to make a decision left me racing against the clock. Why can’t I wear sweatpants to work? I feel great in sweatpants. Literally outfits that I wore two weeks ago, outfits I picked out and received as Christmas gifts, left me feeling self-conscious. I don’t look good in anything! I muttered to myself as I threw another dress across my bed. Everything I thought I might like to wear couldn’t be found. I rummaged through the laundry baskets of clean clothes that I had yet to put away. Why did I not put these clothes up? New rule: don’t go to bed until all of the clothes are put away. Also, I hate laundry. My room looked like a tornado blew through it. And that clock reminds me that even though my hair is flat, I won’t have time to curl it.

Have you had one of those mornings? I know I’m not the only one.

And when I finally resolved to put on something and leave it on, I dashed out the door, determined that the rest of the day would be better.

Well, it was better until I got to work and realized I forgot the one thing I couldn’t forget at the house. I had printed off these papers and put them in a cute little folder and placed them in a very specific spot so I would not forget them when I left.

Of course I forgot them.

How could I forget them? I’m the responsible one! I have to run home and grab them. Could I make it there and back before the 8:45am meeting? I had to try.

I sped away, driving down Barker Cypress like a freakin’ NASCAR driver. All the while trying to breathe and convince myself that it’s not that big of a deal. Yet, I couldn’t help but give myself a mental beating. I should be the confident one, the organized one, the timely one, the responsible one. The mishaps and mistakes of the morning weighed down on me as I thanked the Lord for another green light.

In that moment God gave me an image that I can’t get out of my head. He spoke to me so clearly in that moment of panic and chaos. The image? Scales.

These scale balanced between Responsible and Irresponsible. Organized and DisorganizedPerfect and Imperfect.

I realized I work so hard to make sure the scale is tipping in favor of all of these expectations I have for myself. Any time I mess up, or fail to meet my own expectations, I feel as if a weight is taken off the pan labeled “Responsible” and put on the condemning side called “Irresponsible”. Unfortunately it didn’t stop there. All of these smaller scales turned in to one large scale labeled “Worthy” and “Unworthy”.

God showed me that I created this weighted system equating anything less than perfect as unworthiness.

I know God’s Truth, I know this is not of Him.

As I turned the corner to my house, 2 Corinthians 12:9 flooded my heart and mind, “My grace is sufficient for you”. God clearly and tenderly spoke to me: If I, a powerful, holy, and perfect God, show you grace in your imperfections, then you must also show grace to yourself.

By becoming my own judge, I’m denying God the ability to shower me with His grace. By trying to be perfect on my own, I am denying the righteousness of Jesus and limiting the power of the cross.

So I gave all of that to God–my crazy morning, my failures, my unrealistic expectations, my desire to be perfect. I received His grace with open arms. I committed to leaving the scales behind. And it turned out to be a really great day! (Not to mention the cardio workout I got from running around like a crazy person.)

If you find yourself in frantic mode today, remember that God’s grace goes further than we can even imagine! He longs to cover you and me with His acceptance, even in our not so admirable moments. We have to slow down enough to see it. We have to make our inner judge shut up long enough to see that God doesn’t look on us with judgmental eyes, moving weights around to determine our worth. Simply because He created us, saved us, and redeemed us, He finds us worthy of His love.

 

In the spirit of transparency, how does God speak to you in your chaotic moments?

 

The Problem with Fear

The problem with fear is that it keeps us from hearing, believing, and walking in the Truth. It is the enemy’s greatest tool. Fear overwhelms us and confuses us. It creates a murky fog that blurs our vision and understanding of God.

I am often crippled by fear. Fear of the unknown, fear of what might happen. I play the “what-if” game in my head way too often. This causes me to believe that all of these “what-ifs” might actually be true, or might become true at some point. So I start living in what is false instead of confidently walking in what is True.

Fear can come in many different forms.

We fear bugs, darkness, or zombies. (Any Walking Dead fans out there?)

We fear physical pain, disease, or death.

We fear emotional pain, betrayal, or rejection.

We fear embarrassment.

We fear failure.

We fear hatred.

We fear lies.

We fear vulnerability.

We fear new cities and making new friends.

We fear forgiveness and second chances.

For several months now, the song No Longer Slaves by Bethel Music has captivated me every time I listen to it. I just have this moment with the Lord. It’s a time of confessing my tendency to live in fear, and then it culminates in this sort of battle cry that I am no longer a slave to fear!

I’ve been wanting to write about this song for so long I just feel like I never have the right words, never know just what to say. Also because the song certainly speaks for itself and God can speak His powerful words of freedom and redemption to you without me.

But today it has a new meaning. Most of the time I think about fear in regards to the external or emotional fears that I have–fears of not measuring up or getting sick or losing a loved one. But today I’m overcome with the realization that we often fear the Truth.

We fear hearing the Truth.

We fear telling the Truth.

We don’t want to hear it. Especially if one of the emotional or physical things we fear happens in real life. The Truth is not always easy to hear. The Truth may contradict everything our hearts and minds are screaming at us.

When we’re panicked, Truth says, “Be still and know that I am God.” (Psalm 46:10)

When we have failed, Truth says, “We are more than conquerors through Him who loved us.” (Romans 8:37)

When we want to seek revenge or walk away from a relationship, Truth says, “Forgive one another just as God through Christ has forgiven you.” (Ephesians 4:32)

When we’re ready to give up and don’t understand what’s going on, Truth says, “Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding.” (Proverbs 3:5)

There is also a moment when we are the ones who must speak the Truth to a hurting friend. Fear kicks in. They won’t like what I’m about to say, we think to ourselves. Or compassion and empathy is in overdrive as we begin to understand why our friend thinks and feels a certain way, a way that contradicts Scripture. Instinct says to pat their shoulder, affirm, encourage. That’s the easy choice. But that’s not always the right choice.

When we’re tempted to condemn or dismiss, instead we must “speak the truth in love.” (Ephesians 4:15)

When we don’t want to boldly proclaim God’s Truth, instead we must “not be ashamed of the testimony about our Lord.” (2 Timothy 1:8)

Each of these situations points back to one thing: knowledge of the Truth. You can’t receive the Truth if you don’t know it and believe it. And you certainly can’t speak the Truth if you don’t know it and believe it. That’s where it has to start. We have to start reading God’s Word, soaking it up, not trying to find pieces of Scripture that support what we want it to say. We have to know it. We have to believe it. We have to let it penetrate our hearts and transform our minds.

Because there are going to be more and more opportunities for each of us to face this particular fear. We will reach a time in our lives where we need to hear the Truth and we need to be receptive to it. We will also find ourselves in a place that requires us to boldly speak Truth to someone. We must be prepared to give a defense for the hope that we have in Christ (1 Peter 3:15).

Whatever fear threatens to enslave you, discover His Truth.

Claim this powerful song and God’s Truth today. You are no longer a slave to your fear. God has rescued you from every fear that entangles you so that you can confidently walk in–and proclaim–His Perfect Truth.

Check out No Longer Slaves by: Bethel Music