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You were Chosen for This

 You were chosen for this.


I’m not sure what “this” is for you in your life, but let me encourage you that you were chosen for it. 


Hopefully, this little story will help explain what I mean. I once had a conversation with a good friend (a Godly, church-going-all-my-life type of friend) who was expressing to me a difficult part of her life. With all sincerity, matter-of-factness, and honesty-of-spirit she said it felt like when this difficulty came into her life, God opened up the gates of Hell and told them to “go get her.” 😳 I was shocked that someone could feel that and have the audacity to express that. I had not experienced her deep level of pain, so it took me a moment to gather my thoughts. Just then, it’s as if the Holy Spirit gave me the exact words to encourage her with - and a Bible example to back it up. I replied, “I know it may feel like that sometimes, but the problem with that is this: that’s not how our God operates. Remember the story of Job? When Satan came before the presence of the Lord, the Lord recommended Job. In other words, God wouldn’t say, ‘Go get her.’ Rather, He would say, ‘Have you considered my servant (insert name here)?’”

It’s almost as if then-and-there a heavy burden was lifted from my friend’s shoulders and mind. 

So with that, I turn to you, my friend. What heavy, hard thing has the Lord entrusted into your life? Whatever it is for you, know that He loves you. He has chosen you for this. He knew before He gave it to you - not that you could handle it on your own - but that you would give Him the due praise, honor, and glory for it, through it, with it, and because of it. Go forward, sweet friend, knowing that God does not have a “go get ‘em” vindictive mentality; rather, a “consider this one” mentality. This one loves Me. This one trusts Me. This one will cling to Me no matter what pain intersects their life path. Praise Him today, no matter what your “this” is. 


You were chosen for this. 

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