Yesterday was tough. After a weekend of sweet blessings, open doors, and victory, I found myself swept up in a place of sorrow over an unresolved issues.
I am anti “new levels, new devils” theology. I actually despise it. I hate giving credit to that ugly space. However, over the years, I’ve had to acknowledge that anytime I’m lost in self pity, fear, sadness, shame, guilt and the like, I’ve forgotten who I am. It is not the obstacles that are the issue. It is my eyesight and insight.
It is I this space where I must remember that I am a daughter of the King. I have a High Priest who LIVES to make intercession on my behalf. When I no longer have the words to pray, when I no longer know who to ask to pray for me, I must remember that the greatest prayer warrior who has ever existed, is praying for me. He is seeking our Father’s Face on my behalf. It doesn’t get better than that.
So here I am, tossing aside every weight, and pressing in. Coming boldly before the Throne of Grace, for help in the time of need. And He answers with IDENTITY and TRUTH. And it is BEAUTIFUL.
“No matter our brand of pain or sorrow or suffering, Jesus sees it all. His gaze is firmly and lovingly fixed on each of one us. Beloved daughter, He sees you, and therefore, there is every reason to hope.”~~THE DISABLED WOMAN by Kara Gause for SRT
“Therefore He is also able to save to the uttermost those who come to God through Him, since He always lives to make intercession for them.”