It’s Five Minute Friday! It’s when many of us gather together for a fun Twitter party (#fmfparty), we free-write for five minutes on a one-word prompt, and we share and encourage at Kate Motaung’s place. It’s a beautiful thing each week, and a wonderful community of amazing friends. (I am spending time with one such friend tomorrow evening!)
I invite you to try it… on your blog, in my comments section below, or on a piece of paper on your kitchen table. It’s fun and freeing!
This week’s word:
I think I was born a doubter. For as long as I can remember, I have had a hard time trusting people. I could erect walls around my heart with ease. It was difficult to put my faith in anything except myself.
It was refreshing to learn the truth of who God really is. And how He desires me to come to Him as just me… with my failures, faults, and messes. He didn’t love me for what I did. He loves me for who I am. His.
I learned quickly I could trust Him, and He has everything I would ever need.
Our heavenly Father understands our disappointment, suffering, pain, fear, and doubt. He is always there to encourage our hearts and help us understand that He’s sufficient for all of our needs. When I accepted this as an absolute truth in my life, I found that my worrying stopped. – Charles Stanley
And by spending time with Him, I could have an actual living, vibrant relationship with Him. One that would fulfill my deepest desires and longings.
The doubting stopped.
At least my doubting of God stopped.
Now I can freely bring my doubts to Him. Any and all. And one by one, He answers them and points me in the right direction, encouraging my heart and helping me understand.
Is there an area of life you’re doubting, friend? Take it to the One Who can help you. The one who understands. Who can encourage your heart and help you understand. He will, you know. He loves you and cares for you.
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