God uses the broken
It’s crazy to think that in all the things I’ve done, all the guilt and shame I’ve bore in the weight of my brokeness, God has intricately woven purpose, blessing, truth, and knowledge all into my life. It’s as if the rips in my life have been sown together through Christ’s sacrifice and all I hope to, pray for, and will do is glorify Him in anyway.
My goal: to fearlessly proclaim the mysteries of the gospel; to humble myself daily; to not limit my Creator but embrace His creation as He has embraced us.
Even though I know I will fall short of this many times, I find peace. Because in the end,
His grace is enough.
I’m setting my sails first for Wisconsin and Mississippi to be a teaching director for a mission organization called Next Step Ministries. Then it’s off to Fuller Seminary in Pasadena, CA to study our God in such an intimate way. I am so stoked.
God uses the broken.
I refuse to believe
that anyone is beyond repair, completely broken, cureless, destroyed, hopeless, impossible, incorrigible, incurable, irrecoverable, irredeemable, irremediable, irremedial, irreplaceable, irretrievable, irreversible, ruined, uncorrectable, unrecoverable…
unsaveable.
Call me naive, call me whatever you want. I’m sorry I believe in silly things like love, or having a soul, or a God who created me with a purpose in His image.
As long as love exists, I believe that no one will ever be unsaveable. No… actually I don’t believe, for once in my life
I know.
