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“In the same way, prayer is essential in this ongoing warfare. Pray hard and long. Pray for your brothers and sisters. Keep your eyes open. Keep each other’s spirits up so that no one falls behind or drops out.”

Ephesians 6:18 (The Message)

Today’s freebie is something I wish I’d found a long time ago.

When Ian and I were first dating, I knew the importance of prayer, but had no idea how to pray for him.

And so I began to ask the Lord to show me how to pray for this man.

Fast forward 5 years, and I came across | this | on Pinterest.

And then I made my own version. A version that is now taped to my mirror, in my journal, and my dashboard.

Whether you’re married, have brothers, or just want to pray for…

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Identity Crisis

I am a girl that one man thought was not worth his time, money, or life. He told me I was unwanted when he left me to fend for myself. He told me I was unworthy of being called his. He taught me that in order to get what you want, you have to lie, cheat, steal. If it means marrying someone, having a kid with her, and abandoning them both and scarring their lives beyond recognition, you do it. But he also taught me another thing. Never meant to, I’m sure. He taught me what it means to love an enemy, to forgive someone who doesn’t deserve it in the least.

But get this.

I am a girl that one Man thought was worth His life to save. He told me I was broken but not doomed, scarred but not disfigured. He told me I’m not unloved, that I can see Him because I am very loved. He told me that He can fill the void the first man left and so much more if I allow Him to. He told me there is healing for my heart because He is the ultimate Healer; there is love for my life because He is the ultimate Lover; there is salvation for my soul because He is the ultimate Savior.

He told me I can be His daughter if I accept Him as my Father. But I don’t understand what it means. How do I be a daughter to a father? How do I risk another father coming into my life and my heart when the first one shattered them both?

Two men. Two messages. Two very different definitions of who I am.

So who am I going to believe? They can’t both be right. And they can’t ever be reconciled.

Am I worthless, or am I worth the life of God? Am I unwanted, or am I pursued to the ends of the earth? Am I broken, or have my scars been turned to jewels?

The latter all sound too good to be true, but the former sound so hopeless, so destructive, so irredeemably dark.

So why are they so much easier to believe?

Yet the latter is actually what’s true. There is so much hope in those words, so why are they so difficult to accept?

My Father loves me. He loves me. Yet my father didn’t think it was worth his while to raise me. With such a father, how can I not crave the love of a divine romance? How can I not crave the embrace of hands once nailed to a tree for my sake? How can I not fall in love?

Have I been seduced by the Gospel of grace and ruined for all others? Yes. I have tasted ultimate love and what I never had can never compare. I have been called daughter and can no longer be an orphan.

There is a Man who told me I was worth His life. So I think it’s only fair that I give Him mine.

Come Alive

“Fill your papers with the breathings of your heart.” – William Wordsworth

Many things cause her heart to sigh – Waves yawning across the shore; the pointed tracks stretching across the canvas of the sky as the sun closes its eyes and retreats beneath the horizon; a gentle breeze disturbing the leaves; the smile of an innocent; the winks of the stars as they whisper their secrets.

But few things make her heart breathe.

The written word; the heart of God; grace; a city of lights sitting on the edge of the world; the people who need to know Him.

And the combination of these things bring her to life. She overflows. She blooms.

She becomes alive.

And takes her first breath as a new creation.

[written 24 Feb 2012]
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