I have been as a portent to many,
but you are
my strong refuge.
...
You who have made me see many troubles and calamities
will revive
me again;
from the depths of the earth
you will
bring me up again.
You will increase my greatness
and comfort
me again.
Psalm 71:7, 20-21
Portent: a sign or warning that something, especially
something momentous or calamitous, is likely to happen.
archaic
meaning: an exceptional or wonderful person or thing
I am a portent. Whether I am the portent of old or not
remains to be seen. Much of my life is a warning to my children and to those I
know; don't do what I did. I am a strong person, but I'm no fool. I know that I
could not have withstood that which has occurred in my life without Jesus who
is my rock, my saviour, my friend. I used to think that all my troubles were
caused because God was punishing me for all my sin. How did a girl with an
evangelist father grow up with that false understanding of God? It snuck in
there because I continued to sin and the devil liked me to believe it; kept me
in my bad behaviour and away from the saving grace of Jesus. That thinking
still threatens to keep me from Jesus even today. I feel that I will never be
perfect enough to receive the blessing of a renewed life where I'm brought up
again and feel the comfort of the Lord. Each sin repeated reminds me of my
distance from this future. It keeps many from him. They reject a false God, not
Jesus. The devil likes it that way. Jesus reveals that God is love. The verses
from Psalm 71 don't make sense any other way.
Now you know I believe in the devil. Life is a story
that has a villain and a saviour. The spiritual world doesn't make sense
without it. I'm not blaming the devil... evil comes from the heart - mine and
yours. Jesus said that. And we all know it's true. Who can save us from these
bodies of death? Jesus.
Maria out.
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