Today, I am asking the question, "I'm a mess. Now what, God?" This morning I woke up feeling a whole ball of emotions. I wasn't sure what I was feeling, just negative. Most weekdays, I visit the website Revive Our Hearts. Today, I decided to click on a link from that web site to read "The Tree Outside My Window" from the web site Lies Young Women Believe.
I am not a person that generally cares about my outside appearance. God made me and I'm usually o.k. with my outward appearance. I have accepted it. But what I am struggling with today is my inward appearance.
I'm loud and obnoxious. I jump to conclusions. I am quick to speak. I get frustrated easily and quickly. It's - just - not - pretty.
Somehow while looking on the Internet for something completely unrelated, I stumbled upon the URL for The Interview with God. The Bible verse on its opening page is:
"So do not fear, for I am with you;
do not be dismayed, for I am your God." Isaiah 41:10a
And there it was. That is what I am feeling . . . dismayed.
I opened my devotional and the verse from yesterday (I don't remember reading it yesterday because I was too busy) was:
So do not fear, for I am with you;
do not be dismayed, for I am your God.
I will strengthen you and help you;
I will uphold you with my righteous right hand. Isaiah 41:10
Then in my mind I heard, "I created your inmost being."
I looked it up. The complete Bible verse is:
For you created my inmost being;
you knit me together in my mother’s womb. Psalm 139:13
That is the verse that comes right before the verse that was used in the story "The Tree Outside My Window":
I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made;
your works are wonderful,
I know that full well. Psalm 139:14
The answer to now what is: "Do not be dismayed. I created you, I am with you. I know you inside and out. I know you better than you know yourself. I will hold you up, lean on ME. Trust ME. "
I praise you God for I am fearfully and wonderfully made. Thank you, Lord that I no longer feel dismayed. In Jesus Name, Amen.
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