nothing is ever good enough for me. ever.
that is a statement that i have absolutely let define me over the years. it’s something that was spoken over me over and over and over growing up. ungrateful. nothing is ever good enough. it has shaped and molded the way i see myself, the world and most importantly, the Lord.
it wasn’t until recently that i even realized what a stronghold that lie has been. it’s only been in the few weeks that the Lord has been revealing to me the gravity of it and the way that it has affected so many areas of my life.
tonight i was sitting in an all-too familiar training center at the aim headquarters. listening to my dear friend give a talk i’ve heard at least a dozen times. almost thirty leaders showed up this afternoon for a few days of training before over 200 college kids will get sent out to the nations next week. for two months they will serve the world.
as i was sitting there listening to kelly tell stories about past participants she told stories about how their lives were changed. stories about how a man in africa woke up out of a coma because a real life team prayed for him. she told the story of a participant who overcame an eating disorder and a drug addiction; whose life was transformed by the power and grace of God. she told stories about how it rained in kenya when our participants prayed and massai warriors were saved as a result. she spoke about how she believes wholeheartedly that these participants will change the course of history this summer; that lives will never be the same because they were sent out into the darkest of places with a commission to bring light.
tears streamed down my face as we prayed for the nations, once again, from that place that has become so comfortable and familiar and yet always transitioning and changing.
because for the first time in a really long time i felt absolutely, unreservedly, filled-to-the-brim grateful.
grateful that i get to be a part of the whole thing. grateful that i had a hand, small as it may have been, in getting over 200 college kids to the mission field. grateful that of all of the qualified, competent people out there God chose me to partner with Him and with this ministry. grateful that in the midst of my brokenness and my process and my junk i am surrounded by people who believe in me and who fight for me, especially when i can’t fight for myself. grateful for the reminder of who i am and whose i am. grateful that i don’t live under the lies that were spoken over me. that i am not defined by what i was told or not told. but that i am defined only by what God says about me. grateful that even though it seems minuscule i maybe might be starting to learn some things. grateful that even if wake up tomorrow with my sassy pants on, there is grace to cover it.
i don’t know. maybe it seems silly. but i’m just really, truly thankful tonight. for who God is. for who I’m becoming and for this life i get to live.