Walking back home from the library today, I thought I walked into something, cause I suddenly felt something hard hit my left hand and it was very wet. It took me a while to realize the people jeering from the car were jeering at me, after having thrown an egg at me. I'm not too sure why they did it - road rage, racism, or drunkedness maybe, but even if they intended it for evil, I think they picked the wrong target cause I didn't get upset. I was really shocked, but surprisingly, not angry at all.
When the egg hit me, the words playing through my iPod speakers were "Oh no, You never let go, through the calm and through the storm, Oh Lord, You never let go of me."
Perhaps the most frustrating part of this incident was the egg that spilled into my carry bag, onto my books, keys, tupperwares etc. When I was cleaning it out back home, I picked my Bible out of the bag and saw that it too was covered in egg.
That was a bit upsetting, cause well, it's my Bible and I really like my Bible. But then it reminded me of such a powerful message:
"And the King will answer and say to them, "Assuredly I say to you, inasmuch as you did it to one of the least of these My brethren, you did it to Me.""
- Matthew 25:40
Not to mention the lyrics of the song! "You never let go".
In my devotions over the past few days, I have been going back to my basics and learning about Jesus in Hebrews, what He did for us, how He willingly took off His robes to come on earth, be tempted and then die so that we may live with Him in eternity one day. That we may be set free.
Today, I am reminded of a Saviour so close that He felt everything that I feel, and received every blow I have ever received. I am reminded that what anyone does to me, good or bad, they do to Him who paid for my life. And whatever I do to others, I do to Him as well. I remember this one time whereby I was journalling my frustrations. I was penning down how much I didn't like myself when I heard God say to me clearly, "Take it back. If you hate yourself, then you hate Me."I took it back for sure, if I could that is. I could never hate my Father in heaven, even if it meant having to learn to love myself for my imperfections as well.
God, You are so good. Thank You for being such a personal God, closer than a best friend. I know that one day we'll look back on this incident and laugh about it together (over popcorn and hot chocolate maybe? :D). Love you long time Papa.
With sunshine,
Candice
When the egg hit me, the words playing through my iPod speakers were "Oh no, You never let go, through the calm and through the storm, Oh Lord, You never let go of me."
Perhaps the most frustrating part of this incident was the egg that spilled into my carry bag, onto my books, keys, tupperwares etc. When I was cleaning it out back home, I picked my Bible out of the bag and saw that it too was covered in egg.
That was a bit upsetting, cause well, it's my Bible and I really like my Bible. But then it reminded me of such a powerful message:
"And the King will answer and say to them, "Assuredly I say to you, inasmuch as you did it to one of the least of these My brethren, you did it to Me.""
- Matthew 25:40
Not to mention the lyrics of the song! "You never let go".
In my devotions over the past few days, I have been going back to my basics and learning about Jesus in Hebrews, what He did for us, how He willingly took off His robes to come on earth, be tempted and then die so that we may live with Him in eternity one day. That we may be set free.
Today, I am reminded of a Saviour so close that He felt everything that I feel, and received every blow I have ever received. I am reminded that what anyone does to me, good or bad, they do to Him who paid for my life. And whatever I do to others, I do to Him as well. I remember this one time whereby I was journalling my frustrations. I was penning down how much I didn't like myself when I heard God say to me clearly, "Take it back. If you hate yourself, then you hate Me."I took it back for sure, if I could that is. I could never hate my Father in heaven, even if it meant having to learn to love myself for my imperfections as well.
God, You are so good. Thank You for being such a personal God, closer than a best friend. I know that one day we'll look back on this incident and laugh about it together (over popcorn and hot chocolate maybe? :D). Love you long time Papa.
With sunshine,
Candice
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