I don’t usually post stuff from my journal on the web. Even my family members know that they are taking a life-threatening risk by touching my journal. It’s very private. But this one is supposed to be shared. Don’t know why, but here it is.
I am broken.
Sifting feels final. Fatal.
And I feel stuck in the process.
But that’s the enemy’s goal.
He wants me immobilized. Defeated.
It is his goal to strip me
Of both purpose and identity.
He will fail.
He has done nothing to shape my identity
So it isn’t his to take.
My true purpose is beyond his power to touch
But that knowledge – while precious –
Doesn’t make it less painful
To work without affirmation,
To have my work belittled.
But only my Abba
Knows my true name.
The name he gave me;
The identity he is refining.
The enemy sifts, hoping to ruin.
Abba allows it, knowing that sifting can refine.
While the enemy seeks my surrender,
Abba seeks to more clearly define my purpose.
So I take the next step, one more breath,
And move through the next moment
Knowing this is only a season
That is ultimately for my good.
2 thoughts on “Thoughts From My Journal”
Ok, U wrote that 4 me. Thx.
I’m being sifted. Refined.
But I had not seen it that way.
Until I opened and read this.
Thx 4 sharing. T..Th…That’s all.
For now. Thx for throwing a rope.
Into my ditch. U pull, I’ll climb.
Any good or blessing from what you read is sooooo not me! That rope in your ditch comes from divine source!!