you are wanted

Did you know that today, you are wanted?

Not just loved, although that is rather huge all by itself.

But loved so fully that you are desired, sought after, wanted.

You, with all your quirks and eccentricities and loveliness and personality, are wanted. You might smell like spit up breastmilk, or you might have dirt under your fingernails or 4 day old unwashed hair or the same pair of yoga pants on as yesterday. You might have just lost it with your 3 year old or you might be relishing the summer days with your 8 year old. You might be simmering in bitterness and anger or you might feel crushed under the weight of perfectionism or I’m-not-enough-ism.

Wherever today finds you, know this. You are wanted.

In fact, you are so wanted that 2,000 years ago, Someone came so you could be included in His love.

He, the Great I Am, wanted you with Him more than anything. And so He came. For you. He died, and you died with Him. He rose, and you rose with Him. And even if you don’t yet see it, don’t yet believe it, it is still true.

We don’t believe to make it true, we believe because it’s already true. {Steve McVey}

You are already complete in Christ. God so intensely desired you already. He loves you, every single little part of you, already.

And – hear me on this – He wants you in spite of all the reasons you think you’re unworthy. All those whispers that tell you you’re not enough or you’re not worth it or you’re not wanted – they are lies, my friend.

You, your entire being, the essence of who you are – you are wanted, desired, pursued by the God who is Love. “God has a fire in his belly over you,” as my friend Malcolm says. That’s why He came to get you 2,000 years ago.

So if you ponder anything today, ponder this. God wants me.

I do not cease giving thanks for you, while making mention of you in my prayers; that the God of our Lord Jesus Christ, the father of glory, may give to you a spirit of wisdom and revelation in the knowledge of Him. I pray that the eyes of your heart may be enlightened, so that you may know what is the hope of His calling, what are the riches of His inheritance in the saints, and what is the surpassing greatness of His power toward us who believe. {Ephesians 1:16-19}

I AM

 

WordPress isn’t letting me upload any photos right now, so until I can dig to the bottom of that deep, dark hole of I-don’t-know-how-to-problem-solve-in-wordpress, I wanted to share some thoughts.

The Author of Life has been repeating some things to me lately. Mostly, just I am. I’ve been listening to speaker Malcolm Smith in the car talking about Psalm 23, where the first verse says, “The LORD is my shepherd.” Malcolm said the people back then knew God as He had revealed Himself to them, by telling Moses His name was “I am”. The Lord IS my shepherd – present tense, a being verb. I am who I am. He cannot function apart from who He is. And He is “I am” to every need, every problem, every situation.

I have a massive headache today which I can’t really knock out because I can only take Tylenol. Boo. And yet, I hear I am. I am your healer, I am your head-holder, I am your comforter.

I don’t feel very productive. Or motivated. Can’t I just sit in a comfy chair and stare into space and zone out for a while? I am. I am your purpose for today, for each moment. Rest in Me as you spend your time today.

He keeps bringing to mind this song by Nicole Nordeman. I cry every time. Below is the YouTube link, and below that I typed out the lyrics because they are just beautiful.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YeUuF3fE9iQ

Pencil marks on a wall
I wasn’t always this tall,
You scattered some monsters from beneath my bed,
You watched my team win,
You watched my team lose,
You watched when my bicycle went down again.
 
And when I was weak, unable to speak,
Still I could call You by name,
And I said, “Elbow-healer, Superhero,
Come if you can,” and You said, “I am.”
 
Only 16, life is so mean, what kind of curfew is at ten PM
You saw my mistakes, You watched my heart break
Heard when I swore I’d never love again
 
When I was weak, unable to speak,
Still I could call You by name,
and I said, “Heartache-healer, Secret-Keeper,
be my Best Friend,” and You said, “I am.”
 
You saw me wear white, by pale candlelight,
I said forever to what lies ahead.
Two kids and a dream, with kids that can scream
Too much it might seem when it’s two AM.
 
When I am weak, unable to speak,
Still I will call You by name.
“Oh Shepherd, Savior, Pasture-maker,
Hold on to my hand,” and You say, “I am.”
 
The winds of change
And circumstance blow in and all around
Us so we find a foothold that’s familiar,
And bless the moments that we feel You nearer.
When life had begun, I was woven and spun,
You let the angels dance around the throne.
Who can say when, but they’ll dance again
When I am free and finally headed home.
 
I will be weak, unable to speak,
Still I will call You by name
“Creator, Maker, Life-sustainer,
Comforter, Healer, my Redeemer,
Lord and King, Beginning and
the End,”
“I am, yes, I am.”

 

switching to wordpress

 

So sorry about the weirdness of the site…I’m in the process of switching from Blogger to WordPress and it is a bit tricky to get used to WordPress. It is taking me awhile to figure things out. So, for the next couple of days, well…it’ll just be more weirdness until I YouTube educate myself on WordPress for dummies. And do countless Google searches on “how to {insert WordPress function here}”. And these cookies may or may not be how I make it through this switch.