There is a lot of noise in the world, and if we are not careful we will get drowned in it. We will lose all independent thought, and imbibe the gospel of the collective. We will seek healers, instead of the Healer. We will replace God with people and things; call Him by His creation, the
universe because it sounds woke, and if care is not taken allow the things of God, i.e our good works take the place of God.
But who do you say I am? |Matthew 13:15|
This question has popped up for me more and more, in the last little while.
In the golden age of information, misinformation and over stimulation, I have had to consistently put myself on the receiving end of Jesus’ question, to remind myself who He is. My answer is the truth that has kept me buckled, and rooted. It is the truth that continues to anchor my heart, preventing me from falling into thirst traps, and being tossed to and fro by any ol’ doctrine, and whatever basket of lies the devil decides to dump.
Part of guarding my heart is declaring who God is. It is one of my weapons of warfare, and a standard operating procedure (still working on this).
A few months back, on the heels of making a pretty big decision, I cracked. It was more like a breakdown. I broke down because the weight of my decision, what was to come, and the imposing negative thoughts brought me to my knees. At first, all I felt was weak. I felt powerless, and drained. I literally just sat there, on the floor face planted in my palms, having a very ugly cry. But then I heard a whisper. It was soft, soothing in a way. Yet, it demanded my attention. 2 Corinthians 12:9, My grace is always more than enough for you, and my power finds its full expression through your weakness. Even though I remained in that same position, there was a shift in my posture. It was no longer one of defeat, but rather submission. Right when I submitted myself to God, there was an opening and like Paul said,…for when I am weak, I sense more deeply the mighty power of Christ living in me. The tears continued to flow, but what came out of my mouth were words of declaration. I declared who God is. Initially, I made the mistake of being silent, but thank God for His spirit, my wonderful counselor. He nudged me to speak. In speaking (declaring), two things happened, I dialed up my faith, and silenced the enemy.
But who do you say I am?
January 28th 2020 – You are Abba, my Father. You are Yahweh, the great I Am. You are El Roi, the God who sees me. You are Jehovah Shalom, my peace. You are Jehovah Raah, my shepherd. You are Jehovah Jireh, my provider.
It`s been a battle the last few months, physically, emotionally and mentally. A lot of us are probably feeling symptoms of battle fatigue. The last stretch is often the most grueling. But here I am, asking you the same question I have asked myself many times, who do you say He is?
I encourage you, go right ahead and make declarations out of your answer.
As for me, my declaration for today is this, I say that you are my refuge, my ever present help in time of need |Psalm 46:1|.
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