Dannette The clouds are calling to me today. There’s something about these puffs of glory that hang in the skies. It’s the song of heaven, an endless hallelujah whispered into the canopy that hangs above our every day. Every day, guys. EVERY DAY. There. They. Are.
So my moon roof turned into a cloud roof on my drive as I opened it to the fresh Fall air and these clouds. Lauren Daigle and I sang these words…(even though she sounded better, I was the one with my hand in the air, blowing against the breeze, claiming Heaven as my own).
“You say I am loved when I can’t feel a thing, You say I am strong when I think I am weak
You say I am held when I am falling short, When I don’t belong, oh You say that I am Yours
And I believe, oh I believe, What You say of me, I believe…”
You say I am held when I am falling short, When I don’t belong, oh You say that I am Yours
And I believe, oh I believe, What You say of me, I believe…”
CHOSEN. He CHOSE little ole me. A girl driving barefoot with uncombed hair and a messy backseat and her arm out the window blaring YOU SAY. And that’s it. Being chosen is personal. It’s God seeing us as the messy, imperfect souls that we are and still choosing to use us for His glory. It’s beyond our ability comprehend.
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This morning we recorded a podcast with author Heather Holleman. We chatted scripture because the woman lives and breathes and writes it (I adore her). She reminded me I AM CHOSEN. Ephesians 1:3-13, John 15:16, 1Peter 2:4b. It’s part of my identity. The part I most often forget. The one I hear the least about because the front seat of my thoughts is so often overwhelmed with feelings of inadequacy.
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And so here I am, doing obedience because it’s Wednesday and friend said the words and the song came on.
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“I keep fighting voices in my mind that say I’m not enough. Every single lie that tells me I will never measure up. Am I more than just the sum of every high and every low? Remind me once again just who I am, because I need to know.” You Say by Lauren Daigle
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And I’m wrapped in the clouds and praise is on my fingertips as the words get written. I BELIEVE who He says I am. There are chapters I’ve said I’ll write for a manuscript that is HIS, but to an end that seems futile. But the beauty of it is finding Him on this journey. In the puzzle of creation and life and the telling of it on these pages. By a girl that is no one. To a God that is THE ONE.
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The alpha. The omega. The One who ascended above the heights of the clouds (Isaiah 14:4). The One who rides them (Psalm 68:4). Who one day, we will see coming on the clouds (Matthew 24:30).
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He sees you. My prayer is you claim His truth for yourself and say YES to whatever nonsense He is calling you to. He is what makes it count. He makes it all count. It won’t be wasted, girl. IT.WILL.NOT. Because He chose you.
