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misunderstood and mistaken...

Misunderstood. We all feel misunderstood. Politicians. The Waitress. The Mother. The Preacher. The homeless man. We feverishly cry out our opinions, our desires, our needs. We all wish that even one person could know our hearts, our intentions, know the real us. I too, have wished this for so many years. But I have learned that in my desire to be understood I have been mistaken. Mistaken that if someone really knew me, then all would be well. As if somehow it would validate me. Over and over I have fought it, I have prayed for it, I have relentlessly verbalized it...if someone would just understand me. The confusion harbors over me like fog on a grey morning. Sometimes life just seems to heavy to bear.

I have misunderstood the mission that God has placed on my heart. I have misunderstood the path that He has set out for me. I have misunderstood the point of him breathing into my dry bones. I can't do this alone. My whole body aches for breath that will transform me...the breath that tells me that I am enough. That I am, in all of my sin, and all of my shame...enough. And because I am enough, I will speak and I will live knowing that He alone is the breath and that He alone saves. "...Dry bones, hear the word of the Lord! This is what the Lord God says to these bones: I will cause breath to enter you and you will live." Ezekiel 37:4-5


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