Kids think they have it rough. My kids complain about chores, school, homework, curfews, and household rules. They see me as a tyrant.
Truth is, they don’t know how good they have it.
With adulthood comes responsibility and the gravity of having to take care of yourself. There are bills to pay, tasks to accomplish, work that must be done or you won’t get paid.
Adulthood is hard.
But I think too many of us make it even harder than it ought to be.
We don’t do it on purpose. It’s just that we forget who we really are.
Life Gives Us Spiritual Amnesia
The adult world is all about success, achievements, climbing the ladder. It’s about accumulating and making a name for oneself and becoming important.
Or is it?
When we start identifying ourselves by what we do instead of who we are, we are treading into dangerous territory. And unfortunately, that’s exactly where our society will lead us.
The world will tell us we’re only as important as what we do, what we contribute, who knows our name.
But the world is wrong.
You see, there’s inborn significance for every human being created in the image of God. And last time I checked, that’s all of us.
Problem is, we don’t remember who we truly are. We’ve developed spiritual amnesia.
We’ve let the voices all around us and the gremlins in our heads dictate who and what matters, instead of listening to the true blessings of the one who created us.
I like to think because I write about deep spiritual stuff, and because I work at becoming spiritually mature, that I wouldn’t fall for what the world says about me.
But too often I’m just as gullible as the next person. The lies are so ingrained in my thought processes that I don’t recognize them as lies. Like the weeds growing among the wheat, they do their best to blend right in so I don’t notice.
Blessing Your Spirit
Y’all, I never made it past the first blessing.
As I read through the pages, I felt my breath catch. These were words I’d never heard spoken over me before, words that rang true, but that I’d never even considered. I was overcome with emotion. No surprise, I bawled like a baby.
Reading a blessing from Father God was like finally awakening a part of myself to the bold and beautiful truth of who I truly am. It exposed the lies I was still hanging on to. It helped me to remember my true self. Who I am at the core.
And why I matter.
Receiving the Father’s blessing is like getting a kiss from Prince Charming and finally waking up from a hundred-year slumber. It’s the only way to get our lives back on track because it infuses us with the truth of our identity.
Remembering Who You Really Are
We might try to find our identity in the things we do, the stuff we own, the people we hang out with.
But none of those offer us true identity. Who we genuinely are is found only when we look to the God who made us. He is the Creator and the only one with the authority to name us and define us.
And his deep desire? To bless us as beloved daughters and sons.
Read these words carefully and see if they don’t speak to you:
You are no accident. You did not have to exist, but your Father willed you into existence. He chose the day and the time you would start your life. He chose your parents and wove you together in your mother’s womb. . . He chose every one of your 10,000 plus genes. He chose every part of your spiritual heritage. He reached back into your father’s bloodline and your mother’s bloodline, and from generations past, your heavenly Father chose different parts of your heritage. Some parts are not so beautiful, and some parts are absolutely gorgeous. Yet your Father wove it all together and gave you everything you need in the package of your life to be an overcomer, a victor, to take the negative parts of your heritage and triumph over them, to walk in the beauty of all that God has placed within you.
Your Father made you beautiful and beloved.”
Do you believe it? Or are you still tempted to cling to lies?
I can’t wait to get further into the book and read more blessings. My soul is weary and parched to hear words of blessing, and I know yours is, too.
Your Father is speaking words of blessing over you right this moment. He is singing over you with delight, the way a new father sings over his newborn infant as he rocks her to sleep.
You. Are. Blessed.
Now it’s time to start remembering it.
You can purchase Blessing Your Spirit on Amazon. I bought the Kindle version, but it’s also available in paperback. Let me know what you think!