Recently I led a group of ladies through a bible study I wrote, or rather God wrote, called Broken: A Journey of Healing. It is a study that centers around God’s healing power to transform our lives. It was so exciting to lead these ladies, my first ever group, through this study. I knew this would not go unnoticed by the enemy. Of course not.
The plan of my destruction seemed to revolve around losing things. Some were little things like emails, passwords and instructions on how to login or use different web sites that I am trying to learn in my new job, but then it became bigger and more noticeable. I lost key to our apartment mailbox and then my bible. My bible showed up after an agonizing week of racking my brain as to its whereabouts, but that key…well, that one about made me crazy. I searched drawers, pockets, vehicles, the apartment parking lot, underneath furniture and cushions. You have no idea how overly organized I can be, so how had I lost the key to our mailbox?! I could just see the mailman shaking his head every time he opened our tiny mailbox to add mail to what was already crammed in there.
Many verses in God’s word speak of lost things. In Luke 15 we have the parable of the lost sheep that so beautifully illustrates the shepherd leaving the ninety-nine sheep to go after the one lost.
As I was writing this, I thought about how big our universe is. What if God lost me? I know this is a strange idea, but think of all the people on this planet: how does He keep up with us? I am an ordinary person, a minister’s wife and teacher. It makes sense that He would have an easier time keeping up with our president or some other famous figure, but me?
My mind cannot conceive His love for me. He looks down out of heaven, saying, “There she is. That’s my girl, embarking on another day. Here we go.” I am His favorite. If you are a Christ follower, you are too. But you are a chosen people, a royal priesthood, a holy nation, God’s special possession, that you may declare the praises of him who called you out of darkness into his wonderful light. 1 Peter 2:9 NIV
Today I am declaring His praises. We are part of a royal priesthood, child of a King—the King. Jesus said that He would never leave me nor forsake me. Or, I am sure, lose me. Oh, and we found the key: it was underneath the floor mat in my husband’s truck. How would it have gotten there? The thief comes to steal, kill and destroy; I have come that they may have life, and have it to the full. John 10:10 NIV
What to help send me on mission this year? I have 3 books for sale on Amazon (You Ain’t in Kansas Anymore, And This Ain’t Hollywood Either,and Giving Yourself Away). The proceeds from these go straight to my mission fund. Also, Broken: A Journey of Healing is available by contacting firstname.lastname@example.org. It is $12.00.