Dining with Yesterday

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Have you ever found yourself staring into the face of who you used to be in the person of someone else? Recently, I found myself sitting and supping with who I used to be. It is a slap in the face for sure. I thought,"God, are you sure I was that arrogant? That condeming?" Oh yeah. I have learned something in the pathway of brokeness. When you think you are sole authority on something or you always think you have a better way, God will burst your self righteous bubble. He. It is something that must never leave our lips. He is. I find myself thanking Him that I am not. I am also, by His grace, not who I was. Props to Brandon Heath for putting that into song so I can praise God for His workmanship. It also serves as a healthy reminder as we think we are gaining no ground. The enemy seeks to tell us lie after lie. We start buying into to his idea of us. That is when, if we are paying attention, God will sit us down with our yesterday and remind us that He brought us up out of that pit. Then He demands that we worship and glorify Him.
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Why is it that we so often remain in recovery and never arrive recovered? We have the faith that God can deliver us from point A, but we don't believe Him to be able to get us to point B. Then if we arrive there by some miracle we keep questioning Him about His decision making process. YOU. You're it. The godly. The called. He doesn't care what the enemy told you over breakfast. He doesn't care who you ran into from your past to remind you of your yesterday. He delivered you to this place to show others the way out. Show them. Journal His faithfulness along the way. Maybe your yesterday is someone in your family, a co-worker, or someone that moved in next door. Keep your spiritual eyes open. God will lead you to feed, clothe, love, and pursue your yesterday. He will use you to grant the impossible one wholeness. Such were some of us. In order to do this, you have to believe what God says about you today.

Since God chose you to be the holy people he loves, you must clothe yourselves with tenderhearted mercy, kindness, humility, gentleness, and patience.
Colossians 3:12
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*Brokeness is something I believe we are to embrace. Over and over you see it in the life of Paul. Nothing else could have cultivated that relentless submission. Perhaps we have the wrong idea of what it is. Sometimes we are broken by circumstance and other times we yield ourselves to be broken for God's glory. One is unavoidable. One is a choice for His glory.
Happy Birthday, Mom!

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