I used to be a lot of things.
I used to be the smart girl.
I used to be a leader.
I used to be motivated and proactive and a real go-getter.
I used to create new ministries when I saw needs going unmet.
I used to be.
And then I was hurt. Badly. “Hurt” doesn’t seem quite strong enough, honestly. Devastated feels more accurate.
I stepped out on a limb, thinking I was following God’s will and doing a Big Thing for Him, and it bombed. I made mistakes, other people made mistakes, and a whole lot of people were hurt. A whole lot of us were devastated.
And ever since that happened, I’ve been standing on the sidelines.
Not sure I can do it again.
Not sure I want to get involved.
Not sure I can take it if getting involved means getting hurt.
Not sure I can go back to being who I used to be.
My logical brain knows I should quit dwelling on what happened and just get back on the horse. I know I should let go of the hurt and the disappointment and the confusion. I know.
But it’s not quite that easy. Because while one part of me longs for that person I used to be, another part thinks that person was naive. And now . . . well, now it’s too hard to be that person I used to be.
Or is it? I don’t know.
And then God steps in and whispers to my heart through a friend who loves me…
You’re still loved.
You’re still accepted.
You’re still part of my plan for changing this world in amazing ways.
You’re still fearfully and wonderfully made.
You’re still irreplaceable.
And even more importantly, God still is who He has always been. He’s the forever “I am.” And He promises…
I am all you need for victory.
I am all your heart longs for in the middle of your hurt.
I am your strength.
I am for you, always, no matter what.
I am the one who will see you through, who will complete the purpose I have for your life.
Who did you used to be? Who does God say you are, now and always?