&though the bad, though the toughthough the frustrations, though the fears
though the frowning of brows,
and the gritting of teeth,
I thank God more are His blessings
than what he* brings to me.
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As a young believer struggling with my past,
and a lot of self-image and self-esteem problems,
I came across this poem(a couple of years back) which really brought me to tears-
"You are who you are for a reason.
You are part of an intricate plan.
You're a precious and perfect unique design
Called God's special woman or man.
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You look like you look for a reason.
Our God made no mistake.
He knit you together within the womb,
You're just what He wanted to make.
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The parents you had were th eones he chose,
and no matter how you may feel,
They were custom-designed with God's plan in mind
And they bear the Master's seal.
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No, that trauma you faced was not easy.
And God wept that it hurt you so;
But it was allowed to shape your heart
so that into His likeness you'd grow.
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You are who you are for a reason,
You've been formed by the Master's rod.
You are who you are, beloved,
Because there is a God!"
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This poem genuinely pulled down God's love into my life in the past.
& just now, as I re-read this poem,
it's like God brought me back to my first love.
He really brought me back to my first love..
That first love that caused me to say "I give my whole life to You"
That first love that caused me to sneak out of house every morning just to go church even though I do not know what will ultimately happen to me when I get home.
That first love that made me ask my dad "can I go church?" even though he was extremely hostile about it all
.
That first love that caused me to believe that my God will make a way, where there seems to be no way.
That first love that saw me through buckets upon buckets of tears
That first love which caused me to say "I will hang on" when I felt like giving up.
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That first love that silly-ly saw me walk out of my house in tears to go to church.
That first love that witnessed me cry out to him when the worst thoughts tormented me.
Yes, that first love.
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I was suddenly brought back to it and was overwhelmed.
This first love is different.
This first love is more than just the normal "I love you, God"
This first love is more than just the normal "I love you, God"
It is special. It speaks of the times where nothing else mattered but God.
Where noone else mattered but His presence; His church.
When you were willing to give all. All. up, risk it all, just for that One who loved you with His life. Just for that one, who because of His great love, endured all pain, to change your destiny.
That first love is so precious. So important.
Yet many of us, through our busy schedules, our ministry,
neglect this very first love. We forget what it is all about.
We forget to place our all on the altar,
and we tend to keep our ministry, our responsibilities to ourselves.
Yes, we may say we still love God,
but is that love a first-love-kind?
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To serve God with willingness, with pride,
but yet remembering God. And not just ministry.
Don't get me wrong, I'm not saying ministry is not important.
It is in fact very important.
Remember Jesus said we ought to be servants of men?
And God wants us to rise up,
out of our comfort zones,
to a higher level, doing more for Him.
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He wants to see us loving Him through out servanthood.
Yes, it still holds.
Yes, it still holds.
But hey, lets build our servanthood on the basis of our love for God, alright?
Not on rank. Not on fame. Not on titles. Not on responsibilities. Not on people.
But on Jesus, on our love for Him.
Serve because you love Him.
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Cause if not we will wear out easily,
cause we are serving for the wrong reason.
And everything will be meaningless.
But all things work out for good for those who love Him.
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he*:the devil
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