Tag: stones

  • Do you feel like God is reproving you? Then God Loves You!

    Do you feel like God is reproving you? Then God Loves You!

    Yes!!! God’s Reproof is A Sign of Love

    If you feel that God is reproving you, be assured that it is a sign of His love. Although reproof is painful and causes your strength to dwindle, it is evidence that God is invested in your eternal Salvation and is guiding you towards His Kingdom and away from this world.

    God’s reproof is a clear demonstration of His care and concern for your well-being.

    Remember, for His Sheep His love is unconditional and His reproof should be embraced it with confidence and gratitude.

    Meditate On This Scripture:

    “How happy and FORTUNATE is the man whom God reproves, So DO NOT DESPISE or reject the DISCIPLINE of the Almighty [SUBJECTING YOU TO TRIAL AND SUFFERING].

    For He inflicts pain…

    BUT He binds up and gives relief.

    He wounds…

    BUT His hands also heal.

    He will rescue you from six troubles; Even in seven, EVIL WILL NOT TOUCH YOU.

    In famine He will redeem you from death, And in war from the power of the sword.

    You will be hidden from the scourge of the tongue, And YOU WILL NOT BE AFRAID of destruction when it comes.

    You will laugh at violence and famine, And you will not be afraid of the wild beasts of the earth.

    For YOU WILL BE IN HARMONY WITH THE STONES OF THE FIELD, AND THE BEASTS OF THE FIELD WILL BE AT PEACE WITH YOU.

    Behold this; WE HAVE INVESTIGATED IT, and IT IS TRUE.

    HEAR AND HEED it, and KNOW FOR YOURSELF”

    Job 5:17‭-‬23‭, ‬27
  • My Glass House

    My Glass House

    The strength I thought I had was just a mask, hiding the fragility of my heart from the darts and arrows of this world, as if I were any better.

    GOD TAUGHT ME:

    If walls can crumble, they will. If masks can slip, they will.

    When they do, the truth comes pouring out like a river, the assumed strength showing to be but a dam, drowning in sorrow. I was never strong, just silent.

    It is a weakness so weak it fears facing itself, fears speaking its name. Weakness pretends to be strong until it cannot pretend anymore, until it breaks.

    We all live in a glass house. If the stones you throw do not come back to you, your implosion will…

    I was never strong, just silent (a coward, in reality). This silence is not a strength, but a weakness. The strength I thought I had was just a mask, hiding the fragility of my heart from the darts and arrows of this world. This silence is not a strength, but a weakness. A weakness so weak it fears facing itself, to speak its name, pretends to be strong until it can no longer pretend, until it breaks.

    Like a frequency reaching such a high pitch that the glass house you live in has no option but to explode, cutting the inhabitants with every shard.