Even When The Odds Are Not In My Favor, I Am In God’s Favor

fiery-furnaceOver twenty years ago, the odds were stacked against me.  I had gone for a routine exam with the doctor, and suddenly things spiraled downhill.  Without giving a play-by-play of the next three weeks, let me just say it was challenging.  After much testing, the doctor determined I was in the highest of categories to have ovarian cancer, and it had spread to nearby lymph nodes.   The odds were not in my favor.

I knew I was ready to meet the Lord, but I still wanted to see my children get married, and meet my grandchildren one day.  We simply called upon the Lord, asking Him for total healing, and left it in His hands.  For me, that was not a magic formula guaranteeing that I would live many more years.  For me, it was a truth that I was going to be healed on this side, or the other side, but regardless, my life was in His hands.

Today, more than twenty years later, I am a grandmother to six, a minister of the Gospel and a child of God!

In chapter three of Daniel, there is a story of three young men who, from a human perspective, faced insurmountable odds.   These men had a choice, bow and go along with the culture, or face grave consequences.

In the face of such odds, their confession was, “Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego answered and said to the king, ‘O Nebuchadnezzar, we have no need to answer you in this matter. If this be so, our God whom we serve is able to deliver us from the burning fiery furnace, and he will deliver us out of your hand, O king.  But if not, be it known to you, O king, that we will not serve your gods or worship the golden image that you have set up.’” – Daniel 3:16-18

Because of the present culture, many Christians are fearful because the odds seemed to be stacked against us. Those in power seem to continue to pressure God’s people to bow to the culture.  The heat is being intensified.

When we walk with God, we are not controlled by the “odds.” When Shadrach, Meshach and Abednego stood before a fiery furnace that had been made seven times hotter than normal, the king who was in authority, said, “They are going to die! They will bow to what I say, or they will die.”

Odds were not in the three young men’s favor. But, who ended up being destroyed by the fire? The ones who put the three men in the fire.

Often, as believers, it feels the odds are against us in our society. God is not controlled by odds or the law of averages. In summary: God rules. The process might be uncomfortable and challenging. But … GOD RULES. This I believe.

The odds might not be in my favor, but I am in God’s favor!

This is my confession, “My God whom I serve is able to deliver me from the burning fiery furnace, and he will deliver me out of your hand, O king.  But if not, be it known to you, O king, that I will not serve your gods or worship the golden image that you have set up.’”

“What, then, shall we say in response to these things? If God is for us, who can be against us?” – Romans 8:31

Join Me For A Cup Of Coffee

coffeetalkIf you know me at all, you know I like a good cup of coffee in the mornings.  The coffee pot is brewing within minutes, after I arise for the day.  Coffee just has an anointing on it!  Can I get an AMEN! Panera Bread is a very anointed place.  When people give me Panera cards, I am happy, happy, happy!  If you were to ask me how I take my coffee, I’d answer, “Seriously, very seriously.”

We live in interesting and challenging times.  As I listen to so many people, I hear story after story of situations that are incredibly difficult.  Sometimes I wish I could have a cup of coffee with those who write me notes, or tell me their stories.  Since I can’t do that, let’s have a cup of coffee right here.

To those in pain, what would I say over a cup of coffee? I would say, “God is close even when you are hurting.”

God is not a tyrant sitting on His throne enjoying the pain you go through.  He is not in heaven, trying to chart out when He can throw the next painful event your way.  God has actually promised to bring you through the pain.

 “I am with you always, even to the very end of the age.”  (Matthew 28:20). God is with you when you’re hurting. He says, “When you pass through the waters, I will be with you; and when you pass through the rivers, they will not sweep over you!” (Isaiah 43:2). 

I know sometimes it seems God is far away, but He is not.

“God, did You see that doctor’s report? Don’t You care? Do You see what a mess my marriage is in? Don’t You care? Do you see how little money we have in the bank? Don’t You care? Do you see my infertility?  Don’t You care?  Do You see the pain I have after the loss of my loved one? Don’t You care? Do You see the division in my family?  Don’t You care?   Do you see the abuse that I suffered? Don’t you care?

I simply say, “God cares.”

When our son Bryan died, it was probably the darkest period in my life.   Some things have no explanation, and for me, this is one of them.  Here we are, almost five years later, and we still miss him so much.  Here we are, almost five years later, and I can say that God has been faithful to His Word, and He has been with us.  He has been close.  He has collected our tears.   He has renewed our joy.

Sometimes when we are in difficult life situations, it is hard to see clearly, and it is hard to sense God.  Job, who was a man of God, went through unfathomable pain, facing sickness and losing everything he had, including his children.  Here is what Job said during his difficult times: “If I go to the east, God is not there; if I go to the west, I do not see Him. When He is at work in the north, I catch no sight of Him; when He turns to the south, I cannot see Him.” (Job 23:8-9)

It wasn’t until much later that Job could testify that God was watching over him, and  that God renewed his life.  Job could testify later, that no matter what he felt, God existed, and God deeply loved him.

As I sat today, with tears and a heavy heart, thinking of all that people are going through, God reminded me of all He has brought me through:  childhood abuse, poverty, miscarriage, a child with cancer, hurt from Church folks, unfairness in life, near bankruptcy, grandchildren facing pain and the death of a son.   He reminded me that He never left me, and He never will.

Do I have all the answers?  NO!  Do I wish I could stop everyone’s pain?  YES!   But, the reality is that I cannot.  We all suffer grief.  We all suffer pain.   Don’t judge God or the remainder of your life, by what you are experiencing today.

I didn’t invite you to coffee so I could say I have all the answers; I just came to testify!  I didn’t come to make little of life’s pain; I just came to testify!  I can truly testify that God is faithful to meet us in the mess and in the pain.

“The Lord blessed the latter part of Job’s life more than the former part.” – Job 42:12

What’s The Big Deal About Profanity?

profanityIn the third grade, I was not one of the popular girls.  I was poor, dirty and lived on the wrong side of the tracks!  I didn’t seem to have a lot going for me, but I was a good athlete compared to many of my peers.  Every day at recess, we divided into teams and played kickball.  Usually all the popular girls would be on a team, and the rest of us were on a team. We always lost!

One day I was appointed to be captain of a team, so we began to choose people to be on our team.  To the dismay of many, I did not do the normal choosing.  I began to actually choose people who could play kickball.  This meant that there was a mixture of “popular” and “unpopular” on each team.  One girl got so mad at me, and gave me a piece of her mind.  I looked at her and said,  **** you, and I don’t really care what you think.”  I threw in a few more ****s.  She was utterly shocked.

In 1960 foul language was not the norm.  Oh, it was the norm at my home, so I was an expert “cusser” at a very young age; but, still, almost no one just went around cursing in public.  Even I did not, and I knew it was inappropriate!    I paid the price!  I was in soooooo much trouble at school, and my seat was taught that my mouth needed to control what it said.

When I met Jesus Christ as my Savior, one of the first things I did, was work on my language.  I knew that it just did not represent Christ well.  It was a hard habit to break, but with God’s help, and my determination, it was a struggle I overcame.  I did not want my mouth to negate my ability to honor God and represent Him well.

While I don’t expect this to be my most popular blog, I think it’s time to discuss the issue.  What issue?  The issue of believers using profanity.  There was a time when language that we now hear in groups, in movies or posted on social media, would have been totally unacceptable.  Even presidents and politicians think little of throwing out a good old four-letter word.  The culture, over time, has shifted; and now any words are just fine!  Once again, I hope we realize that we are allowing the culture to influence us, rather than God’s people influencing the culture.

Although the Bible doesn’t explicitly ban the use of profanity, there are scriptures that seem to discourage it.

Here are a couple of those scriptures:

“Don’t use foul or abusive language. Let everything you say be good and helpful, so that your words will be an encouragement to those who hear them.” Ephesians 4:29 (NLT)  “Avoid worthless, foolish talk that only leads to more godless behavior.” 2 Timothy 2:16 (NLT)

There are many others.  Just do some research on talk, mouth, tongue, language, etc.

Let’s be honest.  If at my next speaking engagement, I dropped a &*#@!  while teaching, there would be shock waves across the auditorium, and my influence level would drop significantly.  You might say, “Yes, but that’s in Church, and that is unacceptable.”  We so easily compartmentalize life, yet God should govern all parts of our lives.

Long ago, I knew that foul language was of no benefit to me as a Christian.  The Bible is very clear about the power of words.     I want my words to honor God, and bring life to people.  For me, profanity does neither.

By the way, there are many other wrong uses of the tongue, and I do realize that many non-cursers, say hateful, bitter, demeaning things.  That needs to be cleaned up also!

Although I’m convinced that “cussing” isn’t glorifying to God, let those of us who have cleaned up our mouths, realize we are all still overcoming things as we walk with God.  So, let’s not be all self-righteous because we don’t use profanity.  This blog is not meant to condemn anyone, but it is meant to encourage believers to give a good look at the subject of the mouth, and how it is used.

“Don’t use foul or abusive language. Let everything you say be good and helpful, so that your words will be an encouragement to those who hear them.” – Ephesians 4:29

 

 

One Step At A Time

FootprintsI wish I could say that as I have walked with God for the past forty-seven years, I have had a detailed blueprint of everything.  Why can’t God be like the old Mission Impossible program, where a recording is played, saying, “Here is what your assignment is today!”   Actually, even better, I want the cruise itinerary that is left on your bed each night.  The brochure tells you where you will be each hour, and what you can do in that hour.  “C’mon, God! That would be quite helpful.”

Psalm 119 contains a very famous verse, which you may have heard before. Psalm 119:105: “Your word is a lamp for my feet, a light on my path”.  That verse gives us a lot more knowledge than we might think.

Today we have powerful lights that shine for a great distance.  My neighborhood has many street lights, and I can stand in my front yard and see a long way down the street.   In Biblical days, lanterns, candles and torches were used; therefore, only a short distance at a time had light.  But, with each step taken, there was light for more steps.   There was no seeing the entire path, just the step needed at the moment.

Joseph, our precious grandson who is on the autism spectrum, is a great example of this.   Joseph just stayed with us for a couple of days.  There were several times, that Joseph caught my eye, and my mind would go back to life two years ago.  The progress we have seen in this little boy is wonderful, but the progress came through small steps.  At times very small, time-consuming, laborious steps.   All these small steps have changed Joseph so much – one victory at a time!  And believe me, we celebrate EVERY little victory, and those little victories are now adding up to big victories – one step at a time.

Like most of you, I want God to reveal His whole, “big” plan to me TODAY!  How will I get there?  Where will I be in six months?  What is my five-year plan?  The truth is, my walk with God has been steps at a time, often small steps.  I look back on the forty-seven years of steps, and I realize that I am miles down the road with God!

In a time when we want instant miracles (which He certainly does at times), everything done after one minute of praying and no waiting, we have to stand on the Bible, “Your word is a lamp for my feet, and a light on my path.”

Just take a step.

“The Lord went ahead of them. He guided them during the day with a pillar of cloud, and he provided light at night with a pillar of fire. This allowed them to travel by day or by night.”  (Exodus 13:21).

How Do You Heal A Country?

HealMaybe it’s my age.  Maybe it’s not being able to turn my mind away from all the things I must do before leaving for Ecuador.  Whatever it is – I hate when it shows up!  Insomnia!   I commanded my body to sleep.  I claimed sleep.  I rebuked lack of sleep.  I even rebuked my husband who dared to sleep!

Alas, I got up and went to the living room, and dropped on the sofa.  Sleep still stayed as far away as possible, so I decided to turn on the television to see if it would put me to sleep.  (Yes, I know I could pray and read, but I wanted to veg out!)

There is little that I care to watch, but I saw “The Match Game” was an option.  I remember as a child watching the “The Match Game,” so I thought I would check it out.   Let me speak in the Amplified Version:  I was shocked, appalled, disturbed, astonished, and stunned!

This one-hour game show would have been “R” rated when I was a child.  The filth that was so funny and acceptable to everyone, was distressing to me.   At first, as a nation, we slowly walked to  the edge, and now it seems we are in full-blown free fall in accepting the unacceptable.

Am I here to bash the USA?  NEVER!  I love this country.  I lead a daily prayer group of about two hundred and fifty people, and our sole purpose is to pray for the United States of America.  I still get tears in my eyes when I see Olympians from the USA win a medal, and stand on a podium while The Star Spangled Banner is played.  I cry when I see vets come home to reunite with their loved ones.   I love this country.

It is also true that, as a nation, we have gone in directions that God never intended, and we are paying the price.  Let’s not beat the obvious problem to death.  What is the answer?

God’s people are the answer.

When Our Lord, Jesus Christ, came to this earth, He didn’t start  a club.  He started the Church.  Oh, I know, it technically was birthed on the day of Pentecost, but without Jesus, there would be no Church.  Jesus began changing people, who began changing their world.

Jesus said it this way, “I will build my church, and the gates of hell will not overcome it.” (Matthew 16:18).   Jesus declared that He was building a Church, strong enough to have victory over death, hell and the grave.

If you have accepted Christ as Savior, you are part of the Church, the called out ones. Jesus, in essence, said, “I am going to change the lives of people, and build my Church (the called out) with them, and they will be called out and different from the culture.   It will be a Church that can stand against all that hell represents.”

What if the Church became the Church that Jesus described?  What if I became the Christian Jesus described?  If we stopped blending in with the culture, and become those Christians, what difference would it make in the Church?  And, if the Church began to walk closely with God, what difference would it make in the city … the state … the nation?

God said this is how a nation is healed: “If my people, who are called by my name, will humble themselves and pray and seek my face and turn from their wicked ways, then I will hear from heaven, and I will forgive their sin and will heal their land” (2 Chronicles 7:14 NIV).

If we want to see our land healed, God says that it starts with His people.  The hope for America is God, and God works through His Church.

God Sees You

God who seesOh how her words stung my heart!  Eventually her words found residence in my heart, and I let them live there for a long time.

As believers, we are all going to have hurtful things said to us, or done to us.  One of the reasons so many give up on the Church, or even on God, is because a fellow believer wounded them.   I wish these things did not happen, but they absolutely do!

For blog purposes, we’ll call her Alice.  Alice was a strong believer, strong prayer warrior and even strong in the prophetic.    Alice did not like something I did as a leader, and as far as she was concerned it was war.   Her attacks on me were ferocious and unrelenting.   I was devastated.  How could a person, with such devotion, do this to a sister in Christ?

Rather than take her words to God, I took them to heart.  They had their own room in my heart for several months.  I would visit that room every day, and finally that room became the living room of my heart.  It became a place where I spent way too much time.   It wasn’t long before my hurt turned to anger, and my anger turned to bitterness.

My husband and I were scheduled to attend a conference on Power and Prayer.    As I packed for the trip, I made sure to take my bitterness with me.  After all, I had been wronged and maligned!   We arrived at the conference, but I’d already made up my mind to play the wounded card.  So much so, that in the group of over five thousand people, I had my husband sit way up in the nose bleed section.  My gift of the Spirit that weekend was going to be sulking!

Where was God?  How could He let her get away with treating me this way?

As I sat high up in the balcony of that church, totally withdrawn from what was happening, a woman came over to me.  She did not introduce herself, and neither did I.  She said to me, “God sent me to give you a word.  He said that you are a wounded pastor’s wife, and to tell you that He has not forgotten you.  He said to trust Him to make it up to you.”

I gave her a perfunctory smile as she walked away, but I was stunned.    Stunned that the God of the universe picked me out of thousands that day. That He saw me in the crowd.  That He cared enough to not clobber me over the head, but to say, “Trust me.  I’ll make it up to you.”

While at that conference, I redecorated the living room of my heart.  I took down the black curtains and let the light shine into the places that had been hidden.   It was a life-changing moment from the lips of God.

Are you wounded?  Have you been hurt?  How is the living room of your heart decorated?

God  had me write this today, to say: He sees you.  He picks you out of the crowd.  He hasn’t forgotten you.  He knows what has happened to you, and if you will walk with Him, He will make it up to you.  He will give you a healed heart, and an abundant life in Him.  He is the God who sees.

Is it time to redecorate the living room of your heart?  The Master Decorator is waiting.

“For the eyes of the LORD range throughout the earth to strengthen those whose hearts are fully committed to him.” –  2 Chronicles 16:9a

Where Will You Sit?

JOeFour-year-old Joseph and I were driving to his house, and it was close to his bedtime.  On the almost half-hour drive,  I talked with him, and sang with him,  to try to keep him awake until I could get him in his bed.

Finally, we got to his house, and Joseph was still bubbly and awake.  We walked up to the house, and I stuck the key in the front door, but it would not turn.  For the next five minutes, I tried almost every key I had, but was unsuccessful in getting the door to open.

Though Joseph had been cooperative, there came a point that he wanted to go inside. Until someone could get me in the house, I took Joseph back to the car so I could turn on the air conditioner.   Since strapping this big boy in his car seat is a bit of work, I decided to sit him beside me in the front seat. After all, we were not going to move.

Joseph looked at me as if to say, “This is not where I belong!”

Before I could walk around the car to get in on the driver’s side, Joseph had climbed to the back, climbed up in his seat, and smiled, as if to say, “Now, this is where I should be sitting!”

What seat are you in?  Is it the right seat, or do you need to quickly say, this is not the seat that I was made to sit in?

We should quickly jump out of these seats:

  1. Seat of fear.
  2. Set of anger.
  3. Seat of lying.
  4. Seat of unbelief.
  5. Seat of bitterness.
  6. Seat of unforgiveness.
  7. Seat of negativity.
  8. Seat of gluttony.
  9. Seat of  ___________. (You fill in the blank.)

As followers of Christ, we should be quick to know these are not seats in which God wants us to rest.

We should quickly jump into these seats:

  1. Seat of trust.
  2. Seat of calmness.
  3. Seat of truth.
  4. Seat of belief.
  5. Seat of love.
  6. Seat of forgiveness.
  7. Seat of positive confession.
  8. Seat of self-control.
  9. Seat of ___________. (You fill in the blank.)

Like four-year-old Joseph, as soon as we realize we are in the wrong seat, don’t hesitate – JUMP to the seat that God has provided for your best life.

Where will you sit?

“And God raised us up with Christ and seated us with him in the heavenly realms in Christ Jesus.” – Ephesians 2:6

A Friend of Jesus

Friend of GodDid you know that Mary Magdalene was a prostitute, and God changed her life?  I know it’s true!  Do you know how I know it’s true?  Because I have heard so many people repeat it over the years!

The truth of the matter is that we have no evidence to prove that Mary Magdalene was a prostitute.  Scripture mentions her several times, yet not once is there any inference that Mary was a “woman of the night.”    There is not an iota of genuine evidence to substantiate the rumors about Mary.

Do a search of scriptures about Mary Magdalene, and you will see that not one says she was a prostitute.  Scripture does tell us that Jesus delivered her from seven demons that possessed her.  After her Jesus encounter, Mary Magdalene was never the same!  She was transformed and whole-heartedly followed Jesus after that.  She was in love with her Deliverer!

Quick thoughts we can grasp from the life of Mary Magdalene:

  1. The tongue was not created for the intention of tearing people down, or spreading rumors about them. Let’s grow up in Christ, and use our tongues to build up and pray for people.
  2. Life change should occur when one has encountered Jesus. Mary was possessed by seven demons, and Jesus delivered her from ALL of them.  We don’t see Mary feeling sorry for herself, or talking about how unfair life had been to her.  Mary Magdalene was changed by the power of God.  She walked in new life.  She became a new creation.  She fell in love with the Deliverer.
  3. When the compassionate eyes of Jesus eyes saw the wild-eyed woman of Magdala, He saw in her the blessing she would become to Jesus Himself and His followers. In His authoritative voice He commanded the tormenting demons to come out—and stay out—of her. Jesus has the power to deliver you from that which is tormenting you and controlling your life.
  4. Hell gave its best shot to destroy Mary Magdalene, but Hell is never a match for the power of God.

Once Mary was healed and saved, she practiced her faith in following Jesus and ministering to Him and His disciples.  Have you had a divine encounter with Jesus Christ the Son of God?  If the answer is yes, then begin practicing your faith – not just going to church, but practicing your faith.  Faith without works is dead.

“Mary’s gratitude and love manifested itself in devotion to Christ. She owed much, gave much, loved much, served much. Has He expelled Satan from our lives? If so, are we loving and serving Him to the limit of our capacity, daily witnessing to the power of His Resurrection?” – unknown

While the facts of Mary’s life are sketchy, at best, one thing is perfectly clear: Mary Magdalene loved Jesus, and Jesus loved her.  Mary simply became a true follower and friend of Jesus Christ.

“So we have stopped evaluating others from a human point of view. At one time we thought of Christ merely from a human point of view. How differently we know him now! This means that anyone who belongs to Christ has become a new person. The old life is gone; a new life has begun!  And all of this is a gift from God, who brought us back to himself through Christ. And God has given us this task of reconciling people to him.” -2 Corinthians 5:16-18

The Secret Place

FullSizeRender (9)As I walked into my bedroom, my eye caught something that brought a big smile to my face.

Andrew, who will be three in July, spent the night with us, and stayed until lunch-time the next day.  Andrew is full of life and loves, loves, loves to play.  Andrew loves toy cars.  Papa keeps some small cars in a bag for Andrew to play with when he is at our house.  Andrew knows exactly where the cars are, and upon arrival, he will almost immediately open the drawer to retrieve his toy cars.

Papa was not home the morning Andrew was hanging out, and I tried to fill in for him.  (Andrew loves to play with Papa.)  I was kidding Andrew that those were my cars.  He’d respond, “No, they are my cars.”  We kiddingly went back and forth.    Those cars are precious to Andrew.

After Andrew went home, I was putting away toys, and straightening the house.  I walked into my bedroom, and something caught my eye.  On my bed is a decorative fabric liner.  Peeking out from the edge of that liner were Andrew’s cars.  He’d hidden them so that I could not get them.  He knew that the secret place, the hidden place offered protection for that which was precious.

Andrew found a secret place.

Most of us have a place we live, a place we sleep, a place we eat and a place we work.  But, do we have a secret place?

The Psalmist said, “He that dwells in the secret place of the most High shall abide under the shadow of the Almighty. I will say of the Lord, He is my refuge and my fortress: my God; in him will I trust.” – Psalm 91:1-2.

Life has seemed heavy to me recently.  Thoughts and concerns have bombarded my mind and spirit.  I have found myself restless, not sleeping well, and eating all wrong.  The reason for these things is that life is trying to steal the things which are precious:  my peace, my hope, my joy, my faith, etc.

By personality, I tend to turn to comfort food in challenging times.  There, I said it!   This “preacher” girl is imperfect.   By nature, when things are hard, I can run for the chocolate!  After all, that will certainly bring me peace, hope and joy!  NOT!

I have learned that I must run to my secret place.  I must run to a place where it’s just God and me –  a place where God can do what only God can do.  The secret place is not a place to run in and out of occasionally.  The Psalmist understood that it is when we dwell in the secret place, that we learn to say, “I will say of the Lord, He is my refuge and my fortress: my God, in him will I trust.”

Today, where will you eat?  Where will you sleep?  Where will you work?  Where will you meet God?

Andrew discovered that the precious things cannot be taken from us, when we find the secret place.

Who Do You See In The Mirror?

Cat in mirrorAs I sat in the audience listening to a gifted, well-known speaker, fear began to overtake me.  I was one of three speakers at that weekend conference, and I was totally unknown.    The voices in my head began to say, “What are you doing here?  You can’t compete with her.  You have nothing to say.  You will put people to sleep.”

I literally went to the head of the conference and said, “She practically covered my whole message, so you can just give the women the afternoon off.  I’m okay with that.”

She replied, “No!”

When my session rolled around, my feet felt like cement blocks as I walked up on the stage and to the podium.  I wanted to cry, and I wanted to run away.    Though I had sought God, prepared a message and dressed just right (hey, I am a girl), I wanted to go home.  I had little faith in my ability.

I opened the Bible, read the scripture and then began to speak what God had given me.  The response was amazing.  Once I was done, and went back to my seat, all I could say was thank you, God, for believing in me when I did not even believe in myself.

While I very much believe in positive confession of who we are, and who Christ is in us, there are times that life can weight you down. God doesn’t give up on you when your confession isn’t perfect.  In the book of Judges, a man named Gideon felt totally defeated. His confession was basically, “I’m just a big weakling who can’t do anything.” God, through an angel, said, “I don’t think so.” Well, actually He said, “You are a mighty warrior.”

When Gideon listed all the reasons he was disqualified to be used by God, God rejected Gideon’s small view, and said to him as recorded in Judges 6, “Then the Lord turned to him and said, “Go with the strength you have, and rescue Israel from the Midianites. I am sending you!” “But Lord,” Gideon replied, “how can I rescue Israel? My clan is the weakest in the whole tribe of Manasseh, and I am the least in my entire family!” The Lord said to him, “I will be with you. And you will destroy the Midianites as if you were fighting against one man.”

Gideon went on to be the mighty warrior that God said he was.  The key to his success?  God was with Him.  God paid no attention to what Gideon thought of himself, or what others thought of Gideon.  What mattered is that God promised to be with him.  God did not expect Gideon to do it in his own strength.   God sees us not as what we are, but what we will be when His power is upon us.   Accomplishing great things is not about who I am, but about who God is.

Take another long look in that mirror, and see who God sees.  Over your life, God confesses, “Mighty warrior!”   He sees you much greater than you see yourself.