I loved to hug.
I loved to smile.
I was passionate about loving others on purpose.
I loved sunsets, lakes and rivers.
I was awe-struck of stars and the heavens.
I loved seeing people- looking in their eyes..seeing their heart and beauty and not their faults.
I admired love.
And above all...
I felt my walk with God was pure and untouchable.
I felt like Moses.
I hadn't had nearly an inch of impurity in me, though I wasn't perfect and had my inner issues. I just loved God and was closer than ever to Him. And, I delighted in loving others.
And then I met someone named Life. And he deceived, hurt, persecuted, abused, manipulated, seduced, over-powered and ran over me with a big red truck.
Later, the sweet, innocent, pure, loving, compassionate, sensitive, warm, inviting, hugable person went away.
But, thank God she didn't stay away. Because if it wasn't for God's grace by means of forgiving, delivering, restoring and mending...she'd still be here. That person was not your friend.
In a conversation I had with my husband yesterday, about the Kennisha he met while we dated verses the Kennisha he's married to today, his thoughts weren't at all what I expected. I was waiting for him to tell me how mean I am, impatient and just flat out Cruella-like. But, he didn't. He smiled and shared with me how he sees the beauty of change in me.
You see, he met me after I had been through an eminence amount of heartache and pain. I wasn't very loving. I wasn't very sweet. I was not even close to affectionate. I was stubborn. Strong-willed with a sharp tone. Yep, just flat out mean.
But he did something to help me, which is partly how I knew he was the one for me. He loved me anyway and was water for this very thirsty flower. God allowed him to be that for me.
And even after almost five years of marriage, he still focuses on my potential and not my failures. And, that blesses me. I believe that's a pure representation of Christ-likeness.
Aren't you glad that God sees beyond our faults and meets our needs? That he loves us still in spite of our will-full disobedience? And that he gently brushes us off and fixes our broken pieces?
That's just awesome to me.
And so, moving forward, my prayer is not to be the Kennisha I was yesterday, but to be the Kennisha that God wants me to be today. And that is my prayer for you.
Thank you for visiting The Ready Writer. I pray this devotional has blessed you today. Have a blessed week in our Lord Jesus Christ!
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