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Assurance Comes From Him

 
 
 
"You seek assurance from others when you should be seeking it from me."
 
Those are the words the Lord spoke to me in the midnight hour on December 11th 2016. I was dealing with a deeply embedded wound causing my heart to grieve from someone I love dearly. I do not believe there is not a person alive that does not seek assurance from a loved one, friend, employer or pastor. It's human nature to want an accolade, an acknowledgment of merit from those who are important in our lives. But when the desire for assurance and self confidence from others becomes more than assurance from God, the merit we long for cannot be be found. Almost a year later, I am finding my self struggling with decisions that will impact my future greatly, and once again seeking assurance however this time.....from God and God alone.

Assurance from God is a self confidence that can not be measured.  It is one that leaves no doubt and continues to build in a magnitude no one person can remove. Today, I sit at His feet resting in the knowledge He has His hand on me. It is my daddy God who reminds me who I am; it is He who continues to assure me of my worth when I feel unworthy of His love. He reminds me I have been created for a time such as this and through Him all things are possible.

He is my hope.....
He is my rock.....
He is the anchor of my soul.

Hebrews 6:19
This hope we have as an anchor of the soul, both sure and steadfast, and which enters the Presence behind the veil,

My hope is in Him, anchored in a love that will never waiver. He is the foundation of my self worth, a binding comfort and a truth that that can not be shaken. No longer will I allow the lack of words from a world living in untruth consume my heart but rather use the wisdom of Godly counsel, seeking first the Lord to become all He has called me to be.

Matthew 6:33
But seek first the Kingdom of God and His righteousness, and all these things shall be added to you.

He is my assurance, the One I seek.
 
Forever His Daughter,
Stacey








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