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Keep Walking...

I saw a post yesterday that read, I used to be the person who walked in the room & wondered if anyone liked me, now I walk in wondering if I like anyone...
Well the 1st part of that was true, the second part was true to an extent. I wondered if you liked me, then let that determine whether I liked you. When in reality I did like you, but couldn't understand why I couldn't fit in with you. Why didn't you treat me like you treated the rest? Why did I have to feel like the outcast or the oddball out.
It wasn't until later, I realized that I was never created to fit in. Yea, we hear people say this alot... but to actually understand the depth of this saying is truly the beginning of understanding the beauty of who you are.
As children, we long to be loved by our parents, relatives and close friends. Once that connection is established (or not) then as we grow, we seek an extended love… school friends, boyfriends or girlfriends. Then as we continue to mature into adulthood, we go thru a metamorphous stage and begin to look inside for acceptance, love, adoration and all that good stuff. It’s something about life, no matter how secure or content you are, there comes a time when you begin to seek within, wondering did I get it right… is there more I could have done, or could be doing… This is one of the most critical time in a person’s life. Depending on your ability to handle certain things and then the measure of your faith, know that this process can take you on a ride you’ve never experienced, nor that you would ever wish upon your worst enemy. But…
When it is all said and done… Jesus said like this… Peter, Satan has desired to sift you as wheat, but I prayed for you that your faith fails you not… when you are converted go back and strengthen your brother. Wow. OK, Jesus, what does that mean, Satan has desired to sift me?... There will come a time in your life that where things will take place that you don’t like and doesn’t feel well. At times you think you are literally going to lose your mind and seriously think that God has forgotten about you and literally cry out, God why is this taking place. I never knew being sifted would be like this… But, when you have been converted, strengthen your brothers.
I hear often that nothing that we go thru is “actually” for us, but for where we are going. There is someone a little further down the road on this journey called life that will need the testimony of that issue you cried through. You were angry about. You almost decided to take your life over. You decided to turn back to your old way of living over… But if it weren’t for the grace of God that kept us in those tempting moments we wouldn’t have the opportunity to see what was on down the road.
It’s not easy during the process to say, though you slay me, yet will I trust in you… I can see him now saying that with tears in his eyes, lump in his throat, feeling at his wits end not knowing when this thing would end… but that hope, that knowing, that unction deep down on the inside that lets you know that everything will be ok gives you a peace that no one could give except for our Father in Heaven. It’s an unexplainable peace.
So, if this is you right now, please know that no matter what Keep Pressing. No one can tell you how you should walk your journey… the right way or the wrong way. Keep seeking His face. Keep smiling. No matter what you do, keep walking. For the revelation awaits an appointed time; it speaks of the end and will not prove false. Though it linger, wait for it; it will certainly come and will not delay.

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