Tag: Jesus Christ

Who I Am

Another voice, another choice
To listen to words somebody said
Another day
I replay
One too many doubts inside my head

Am I strong
Beautiful
Am I good enough
Do I belong
After all
That I’ve said and done
Is it real
When I feel
I don’t measure up
Am I loved

CHORUS
I’m running to the One who knows me
Who made every part of me in His hands
I’m holding to the One who holds me
‘Cause I know whose I am, I know who I am

I am sure I am Yours

Turning down
Tuning out
Every single word
That caused me pain
Unashamed
And unafraid
‘Cause I believe You mean it when You say

I am strong
Beautiful
I am good enough
I belong
After all
‘Cause of what You’ve done
This is real
What I feel
No one made it up
I am loved

CHORUS

I am sure I am Yours
I know who I am
I am sure I am Yours

Fearfully
Wonderfully
Perfectly
You have made me

I’m running to the One who knows me
I’m holding to the One who holds me

CHORUS

I am sure I am Yours
And I know who I am

~ Who I Am, by Blanca

Holding on to my Savior and His truths about who I am and the plans that He has for me.<3

Flawless

No matter the bumps
No matter the bruises
No matter the scars
Still the truth is
The cross has made
The cross has made you flawless
No matter the hurt
Or how deep the wound is
No matter the pain
Still the truth is
The cross has made
The cross has made you flawless

“Flawless,” by MercyMe

What an amazing truth! 

No matter what I’ve thought, done, experienced, or struggle with, I don’t have to beat myself up. I don’t have to rehash it in my mind. I don’t have to try to cover it up. I don’t have to attempt to be perfect.

Jesus has paid for my sins in full, and I have been wrapped in His righteousness.

He offers me (and you) grace! And all that we need to do is accept it.

Today, as we experience life…let’s let go of the desire to “measure up” in every way possible. Let’s rest in the arms of Jesus, and in His perfect love and mercy. I want so much to do this! And I hope that you will try it along with me. ❤

Sweet is the Road

“The road is too rough,” I said;

“It is uphill all the way;

No flowers, but thorns instead;

And the skies overhead are gray.”

But One took my hand at the entrance dim,

And sweet is the road that I walk with Him.

“The cross is too great,” I cried —

“More than the back can bear,

So rough and heavy and wide,

And nobody near to care.”

And One stooped softly and touched my hand:

“I know. I care. And I understand.”

Then why do we fret and cry;

Cross-bearers all we go:

But the road ends by and by

In the dearest place we know,

And every step in the journey we

May take in the Lord’s own company.

~ from Streams in the Desert, by L. B. Cowman, May 8th entry

Photo Credit: Aleksandra Boguslawska