Sometimes I Bless Myself!

Sometimes I Bless Myself

I was glancing through some of my own notes in my journals. Pages and pages of thoughts and one-liners and well, dare I say it? Sometimes I bless myself!

For example, I just read a note to self that said; horrendous times are indicative of anointing.

Wow! I paused and pondered. I felt hopeful. Could it be the enormity of the uphill climb this last season has been for me is because I have a special touch from God for a specific task? Could it be that this fiery trial was designed to hone a well-intentioned skill into better use? It has been horrendous. Could it be incrementally related to anointing from God?

Hope surges, yes! I hope so!

It assigns purpose to what otherwise might look like God forgetting about me or worse, not really caring.

Oh, but He does care. He cares and He trusts.

Imagine the God of the universe trusting me (ME!) to go through trials and sufferings, refusing to give up on the hope that God himself was going to do something beautiful with me and through me. These hard times have been like emotional mines blowing off the carbuncles that kept the glory of God dulled and hidden, sunk deep in the mire of the deep blue soul.

Let there be light! Let the glory of the Lord shine to and through me and help me remember in my forgetful nature that when life itself has become a horrific battle it is attached to purpose. Why else would I or anyone else, for that matter ever be a target for discouragement?

Reading my own journal blessed me. Wow! That feels so…..squirmy, so not religious sounding, so…vulnerably real. I know if I had not suffered these fiery trials of late I would NEVER have dared say anything so self affirming! I guess I am finally learning to love myself; to bless myself. It’s so non-religious sounding but feels brave and fun and well, anointed.