Invincible

Invincible... oh oh oh... Invincible.
Name that song :)

This struck me today:
In the words of John Bunyan talking to his wife from his prison cell on Christmas Day: "I only want the will of God for my life, Bitsy. Paul did some of his most important work in prison. When my bail was refused by Chief Justice Compton, God sweetly met me here in the prison, comforting and satisfying me that it was His will that I should be here. Not one hair of my head can fall to the ground without the will of my Father who is in heaven. Let the rage and malice of men do what they will, they can go no farther and do no more than God permits. And even when they have done their worst, we can know that 'all things work together for good to them that love God.' We must be patient and wait."

Whoa. To live life with that peace, especially after reading the turmoil he went through just in his salvation. hmmmm... Eze. 2:3-4 (i think) just about preaching no matter what the response is. Invincible until God calls me home. What does this mean for me? Me, a single girl in today's crazy world seeking to run her hardest after the Lord; just how does that play out in ministry? This last year has been a bit of a crash course in it, with definite times of seeing God's design, and others of not so much and it crumbling. So, here I am, a childlike, joyful Southern gone Colorado girl with an international heart. Here I am; send me; show me my piece in Your infinite plan and give me strength to be obedient and follow wherever that road may take me, to make much of You and less of me.

Strange thinking of that this week. It has been a better week, but still rough in many ways, just being stripped and laid bare before the Lord as He works things out in me that have stood between me and Him for a while now, and I didn't even realize it. One of those things I myself just cannot battle anymore, and I want finished, but just keeps nagging and nagging away at me, and then as I succumb, the Lord enters in and tears it away. I am weary; I desire peace and contentment, to just be finished. On the cross, Christ said "It is finished." Sin, Death, you have no hold over me, no sting, for not a hair on my head will be lost without the will of my Father. How much more does He care for and ordain my struggles and ordeals and desire to redeem me through them. uggh, so insane to wrap my head around! I want to run to Him and nothing else. In fact, in this particular realm, nothing really is left it seems... but i felt that way a week ago as well. Stupid world.

*Sorry if this makes no sense, but just had to lay it out there. Tomorrow need to type up some college group update type stuff. Note to self.