
Sometimes it is really hard, you know? Sometimes it is really difficult to remember, recognize, or even sense that God’s hand is really on you. When working with the task at hand, knowing that God’s approval and love is on you is a necessity for the heart. At times, though, if the knowledge of God’s love and approval is not reaffirmed, the heart weakens and begins to faint.
The past few days had been one of those times. Because of unrestrained self-doubt, my heart began to feel faint. The simple tasks of the day were not imposing. The set goals were (and still are) large, but not intimidating. Only a simple, and yet piercing, question ate at my weakened heart, “am I really profitable for, and needed by, my team? Is God really using me in this project?”
I began praying with all the strength I had left. Still, the question thronged and I subconsciously began telling God that I needed Him to let me know what HE thought of me, and if He was really using me. Coming out of my room to work, I asked God to speak His word of encouragement to me through Christina. Christina and I had set a meeting, to go over some work I had done. The meting was a few moments after I prayed.
We went outside for the meeting and sat on the deck. It was cool outside, the sky completely overcast. Peaceful. I was about to start going over the work with her, but she recognized that something was bothering me. She began to speak words strait to my burdened heart. She brought up and spoke about things that had been living only in my subconscious, but things I knew were the root problem of my discouragement. As she began to bless me , my heart grew with confidence. My hope was restored. My passion was renewed. It was just one of those moments…when a Father kisses His child’s skinned knee after they fell off their bicycle, He speaks soothing words and then picks His child up and puts them back on their bicycle to try again.
My Father is good to me.
--Taylor Lindsey, Assistant Journalist