Free your mind, and the peace of God will follow.
In times of complete and utter disappointment and discouragement that I feel. God always has a way of bringing me back to him, and reminding me of who I am, who I am living for, and the light I am to the world because of who he is. I am not a Bible knower, or a theologian, or a debater. I love Jesus Christ. I know what he did for me, I know who he was as whole. Maybe I don't know the color of the robe King David was wearing, but I know there is this God who loves me more than anyone ever could. He knows my heart, he knows my dreams, passions, my career and my future. To think? LIke just think about that. Why wouldn't I trust him and seek him always?
As you all have seen before, I have major issues with my roommate Bob. I need to learn to give all of my frustrations and worries before this all powerful Lord. Not only giving them up, but knowing that he will take care of them. I think it is so easy for me to pray the prayer "here God."
Yet, I still try to handle things my self.
On Monday, Rachel and Plesher and I went to Passion's launch of the 72 Days of Freedom campaign to end slavery in the world. This was a main theme of Passion to end slavery and free these people who have done nothing to be in such situations. It rips apart my heart to know that I have what I have because I do. I have done nothing to choose who I am, where I am, or why I was born into such a wonderful family and to have had such wonderful opportunities. It's not fair that they weren't and were born into that, and had to make those choices based on life situations. Those people deserve just as much as anyone else in the world, and they deserve to know the love of Christ. At passion, I think I tuned myself out from this issue and wasn't really gung ho about it because I felt so useless, not going on raids, or being apart an organization that works with the pimps and men who traffic women and children. I have gone to events like passion all of my life, and have gotten so involved and done some pretty awesome stuff right after, and then it dies down. God totally revamped me and set me on fire for this issue and this 72 days of freedom campaign was all Him. To look back at the little things that happen in my life, and then to see God totally there in all of it, when I thought he wasn't is amazing. But I want to stop thinking He's not there in the midst of it, and in the future still be able to say He was.
So, I am super excited about this 72 days of freedom. They made this song, Twenty Seven Million and I really want to to be number one, but over the past couple days it has been dropping. I have been praying the prayer assigned for each day. I have been giving money to the two powerhouse organizations behind it. I have discovered prayer is preeeety powerful. who knew? ;) I have also been posting a link to the website on fb and anywhere I can. I need to realize that I am doing all I can, and that it is God's will and power with our help that will eventually lead these people to freedom.
I have had a pretty stressful week. I have this essay portion of my Dotts midterm tmrw that I am freaking out about. When I look back at this post in a month, I will laugh knowing I stress so badly about the little things, when there are so many bigger issues LIKE MODERN DAY SLAVERY in the world than my stupid Dotts midterm. That's even the professor's name.
Anyway, so I am stressing about this test, I have to get up at 7:15 tmrw (which will not be fun), tmrw is super crazy and I have a test on Friday, and I am beyond frustrated with my roommate. and so I pray, giving it to God, FOR REAL. I ask for confidence, I praise him for his blessings, I pray that people can see the awesome hand sculpture and ask questions and seek Christ. I have also really been struggling with being in Georgia, and feeling like I am not my encouraging, positive, humble, and loving self. I had a breakdown about it, and I think it is mostly because of Gabby. So anyway, it's been tough to say the least. So, I open up my chronological Bible which I am excited to read this year, but am two months behind, and I am reading about Job. I just started last night, I I felt like God wasn't really speaking to me tonight. Welp, here's what Eliphaz's response to Job blubbering like Job about how he is a curse to the world ( not true, and something I totally did to my sister when I had my meltdown and called her):
"In the past you have encouraged many people;
you have strengthened those who were weak.
Your words have supported those who were failing;
you encouraged those with shaky knees.
But now when trouble strikes, you lose heart.
You are terrified when it touches you."
This hit home to me. God reminded me that even in my worst times, I need to seek him and know that I will always be that way, because that is who God have chosen for me to be, and who He has shaped me to be. He will use me in magical ways, even if I don't get an immediate response from.
I pray that I may be more encouraging, give my worries to God, that is what He sent is son for, that is what He does. I pray for women, children & men in sex trafficking and labor slaves. I pray for them, that they may find freedom, that they may seek God and discover his love for them and follow Christ. I pray for the pimps and men who take these people. I pray for their demented souls, that they repent and find Christ as well. I pray for lots of things. Christ knows my heart, and my future. I pray that He intercedes with me when I am unable. In Jesus' name, AMEN.
