For the past month or so I have been processing through some heavy, burdensome mental strains. Life has been undeniably full, yet strangely empty in some way. It is natural to go through seasons where we don’t hear God as clearly, oft from our own lack of diligence in seeking Him out.
There is an area that I have been trying to flesh out what it means in my life. I have come out of a dark place where I believed the distracting whispers, “Maybe you can’t make a difference here for God. Maybe you just don’t matter here.” Understatement to tell you this was devastating. Then one morning the realization that those whispers would never, ever come from God smacked me full on. Hope sparked again as a dear friend has been helping me flesh out what this means for my life.
One of the areas that I am passionate about is Women’s ministry. I am not talking about existing programs, valuable as they are, but instead the urgency of ministering to those who are in the shadows. This is a much larger thought process than i will share here today but my friend and I feel strongly that something great is coming and we are excited!
This mornings verse was sweet encouragement. Although God was speaking to Israel through the prophet Isaiah, I can so relate. Sometimes my behavior has parallel the Israelites more than I care to admit.
In Isaiah 41:9
” From far across the earth (the country?) I have brought your here and said, “You are my chosen servant. I have not forgotten you.”
He hasn’t forgotten me, or you. There is more…
Isaiah 41:13 “I am the Lord your God. I am holding your hand, so don’t be afraid. I am here to help you.”
I am grabbing that hand and holding on for dear life sometimes, other times it is a gentle grasp. No matter what form it takes, holding the hand of God is the best choice I ever make. I pray today that you too will be encouraged.