A few years back I decided to look up the meaning of my name.
The first thing that popped up was “pure”…
He heard my prayers, He walked with me in the suffering and the questions, the loneliness and the healing. He met me in a way I’d only read about in His Word.
And I clung to Jesus like I was drowning. Because I trusted Him. And I wanted Him more than the gift He was giving.
Because He is life itself.
I often struggle, as many women do, with seeing myself as God says he does. All I can focus on are the negative ways I see myself…
I burn to be part of a generation who values the opinion of God higher than the opinion of man.
So how do we practically fight against this trap of fear?