“A Battle It Shall Be”
A spoken word piece I wrote yesterday. Recorded it while reading it from my ipad.
The Civil Wars - I’ve Got This Friend. This is what I want between my wife and I… This song is so cute that it almost hurts!!
Share Your Heart.
Reveal Your Identity.
Pardon the Profanity!
This morning in class, we were lifting up people and situations in prayer, to God, the creator, savior and king. Specific people have flashed through my mind that I can’t seem to escape and these people all share the same story; we all share the same story.
Our world is full of “I am…” statements, however, they rarely include words like, beautiful, alive, pure, gorgeous, precious, handsome, fulfilled…
My heart is burning for you to know that you are NOT all of the negative, hurtful things that you call yourself, the things your parents have called you, “friends” have called you and others have called you. The truest thing about you is what God says about you and He says the following:
- You are not an asshole
- You are not a bitch
- You are not a piece of shit
- You are not worthless
- You are not a cunt
- You are not dirty
- You are not a whore
- You are not a motherfucker
- You are not a douche-bag
- You are not meaningless
- You are not alone
- You are not a bastard
- You are not an accident
- You are not weak
- You are not ugly
- You are not depression
- You are not alcoholism
- You are not promiscuity
- You are not an addict
You ARE created in the image of a pure, righteous, perfect, holy God.
Here is a stanza from a poem written by King David, the man known as “a man after God’s own heart”. David wrote this poem in a conscious recognition of the fact that God created him and how precious life is because it is purposefully pieced together, bit by bit.
“Oh yes, you shaped me first inside, then out; you formed me in my mother’s womb. I thank you, High God—you’re breathtaking! Body and soul, I am marvelously made! I worship in adoration—what a creation! You know me inside and out, you know every bone in my body; You know exactly how I was made, bit by bit, how I was sculpted from nothing into something. Like an open book, you watched me grow from conception to birth; all the stages of my life were spread out before you, the days of my life all prepared before I’d even lived one day.” [found in Psalm 139]
Amongst other purposes behind your creation, you were created to experience the LOVE of God.
Until I’m Measured Against the Word.
Most of the time I feel like I “love” pretty well, until I am measured with the Word and faced with what love is and is not:
Love is patient. Love is kind.
Love does not envy. Love does not boast. Love does not insist on it’s own way. Love does not rejoice at wrong doing.
Love is not arrogant. Love is not rude. Love is not irritable. Love is not resentful.
Love rejoices with truth.
Love bears all things. Love believes all things. Love hopes in all things. Love endures all things.
Love never ends.
The part that really busted my face today was “love is not irritable”… I am weak and lovingly insufficient at times. I’m fighting for growth. I’m fighting for love. I’m fighting for you.
Jesus, help me.