So previously I stated that I was set free of this Body of Flesh that I reside in.
FAIL.
I've fallen prey to myself once again. I spent the better portion of my night wide awake, eyes swollen, snotty-nosed, crying into my "poor me" pillow.
A comment that was meant in jest rocked my world last night. It caught me off guard and made me realize...
I'm not so strong am I?
It made me realize that I cannot declare myself free, and think that it is a one-time declaration. I need to submit myself daily, hourly,.... by the second to the Lord. I'm just not that strong.
Satan's attacks are so very subtle. That sly devil snuck right up on me and pulled the rug out from under my "oh so free" feet!
As a woman we need to know at some point in the day that we are admired. That we are attractive. That we are cherished. That we are desired etc..... the list goes on ladies right?
But..... and it's a very big butt (no pun intended)
If we are to ever truly have that peace that surpasses understanding, we need to continually look to God for that re-assurance. He will never tell you how fat you are. He will never tell you how frizzy your hair is in the morning..... if not immediately blow dryed. Best of all He will never tell you that you are not good enough.
He see's you perfect in His Son. He looks through a Jesus framed mirror. I have one of those mirrors hangin' around I just sometimes forget to look in it. I'm like the wicked Step-Mother in Snow White. "Mirror. mirror on the wall, who's the fairest of them all".
I just don't like it when the jerk says "Megan, megan not so pretty....... is your face oh what a pity! :(
I resolve......once again to lean upon the One who is strong enough to hold me up. Who tells me how lovely I am. Who see's me in His beautiful Son as Imperfectly Perfect. Jesus made the way for me to be called His Chosen One.
He loves me for who I am.
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