My way is not always the right(eous) way.
I love doing for others. I love serving. Giving. And that desire makes me feel exhilarated.
Until it doesn’t.
I am going to admit to something...
My intentions to help, often come with a price-tag. The price is my way! I want to do it my way. Or the way I think it should be. And when it isn’t, I get frustrated, irritated and I am ready to roll. Pop out. Disappear.
I recently had a difficult-to-hear conviction from GOD. An arrow right through my heart. The opening of my eyes, wide as can be.
This is what the LORD said to me loud and clear - no stuttering..
“Deni, I have not asked you to serve to make things the way you think they should be. I simply ask you to serve.”
I froze and wrote the words down. And have read them over and over.
I’m not in charge. Even though I may know a thing or two.... my ways are not what counts. Nope! GOD’s ways are higher than any of our ways (and that includes my ways)
This... is a hard lesson for me. But a lesson needed.
It’s also more links falling from those chains that bind me.
Being in an uptight and bound state all the time is not good physically, mentally or spiritually. And as I let go of my way and make room for GOD’s way, a blanket of peace lays upon me.
I am Deni, short for Denise. I grew up in a Jewish home, in a Jewish neighborhood and a Jewish family. In 3rd grade we moved. We moved to a mostly non-Jewish area.... that is where JESUS found me. I say found me because I yet had not acknowledged it, but would find out later.......by grace, HE HELD ME ALL ALONG, just a lil Jewish girl from Philly.