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I am His

"The Lord your God in your midst, The Mighty One will save; He will rejoice over you with gladness, He will quiet you His love, He will rejoice over you with singing"-Zephaniah 3:17 

Woke up to the rain drops hitting my window and this truth on my mind.

God wants me to know who I am. I am His. That's all there is to it. He REJOICES over me with gladness. Hard to believe such truth right? I mean, I am a sinner, such a wretched one, but because of what Jesus did for me on the cross, He wiped all that away and God sees me as Holy! ooh that just brings me to the state of adoration for my King.

In Ephesians when Paul prays for the church and  He states: "...the riches of glory of His inheritance in the saints.."-Ephesians 1:18 The saints are those who believe that Jesus did such thing as laying down His life to pay the debt we could not pay ourselves. Who turn away from their old ways and follow Him who saved them-SAINTS! Now read it again..."the RICHES of GLORY of His inheritance IN the saints.." Who doesn't delight in their riches? Who doesn't treasure their riches? God doesn't see as worthless rocks which are slimy and distorted. He sees us as riches to be had...precious silver, purified gold. What a beautiful thought?

To think that I am chosen by Him is insane but it is truer than true. I understand what it is like to be chosen, being adopted gave me a beautiful picture of that. I don't question my mom and dad why they chose me and not someone else, I'm too busy being so beyond thankful for all they have given me and the love they have provided for me. If they didn't choose me, I would not have been to Haiti and loved on the precious dirty street kids, I would not have heard my baby girl Grace tell me "Jesus loves you" in Africa, I would not be here with my High School girls who run to me with their issues, who cry on my shoulder, and I would not be able to sit there and pray with them hugging them and holding them close to my heart. If I weren't the chosen one, I don't know where I'd be.

So for me to think that God looked down on me and said "that one" thrills me and compels me to lift my hands in praise.

"But you are a Chosen generation, a Royal priesthood, a Holy nation, His own Special people, that you may proclaim the praises of Him who called you out of darkness into His marvelous light who once were not a people but now the people of God, who had not obtained mercy but now have obtained mercy."- 1 Peter 2:9-10 

This verse talks about Christians, all over the world, everywhere. This is who we are individually and united.

I am His and He is mine, He abides in me and I in Him. I don't have to impress Him, I don't have to struggle alone, I don't have to try and stick to Him because He loves me so much, He never leaves my side "I am with you always, even to the end of the age."-Matthew 28:20. 

Soaking in these truths like a sponge.

So amazed and so thankful.

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