She Reads Truth

Isaiah 40:8

Hebrews 4:15

Joshua 1:9

We live in a society where it is all about “me.” Who gets the right away (even if you’re on the left)? Me. Who needs to be on time today? Me. Who is right about everything? Me (this is actually true most of the time :wink:). But in all seriousness, when do we ever yield? When do we ever give that homeless person a dollar. Or wait for the pedestrian to cross? When do we encourage one another to change instead of pass the blame to an easier target?

Hear this; I write from my perspective, my experiences – which means I am the first person who is guilty of all the aforementioned incidents. Ill never forget a Beth Moore study of James we did a few years ago. To say it changed my life is an understatement, and I often return to those pages when I feel the most vulnerable. The one thing I remember the most was her charge to us to yield, to say, “YOU go first,” and I was instantly convicted. If you could see my heart, it would have gone into hiding like Adam and Eve in the garden. But that’s real life.

Our culture is inclined to take everything personally, to make everything about “me.”

Which is why it is going to seem so foreign that I find my “me” time in the presence of Jesus. My me time is not actually my time at all. Instead, it is this graceful opportunity to come before my savior and pour out my messy heart. If you think I’m raw in these posts, you should hear me as I sit in my kitchen, coffee in one hand, baby monitor in the other. This is my “me time.”

For anyone who knew me growing up, I am probably the last person you thought would be writing these words. But that is the greatest part of my story. I am the one writing these words. I am the one He calls His; a beautiful disaster, a walking contradiction, and a perfectly imperfect wife, mother, daughter, and friend.

This time I spend writing and praying in the dawn and dusk has become a huge priority in my daily routine. It is this time I spend reading Truth that truly gives me hope that I am strong enough to sustain another day. Life is hard. It is ever changing and completely out of my control. But He is constant. It is in this “me” time where I meet with Jesus and find rest.

The more I continue to seek Him, the less I submit to this “Me” world. And although I still curse like a sailor in my car (driving truly brings out the worst in me), I am reminded in these moments that I am a work in progress. I am continually being made new. And that is enough for me.

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