Pure hearts shining bright for the lord7/11/2023 ![]() I hope my writing doesn’t sound like I have it all together. ![]() I love to encourage, but it’s not always easy to apply it to my own heart. So often when I write I am trying to convince myself. And I can’t always see the purpose in my inner woundedness either, and I wonder how God can use me. I probably wouldn’t have this website if I didn’t have limited energy. I confess that it’s hard for me to see God’s purpose in the limitations of chronic illness, but God can use that brokenness, too. I often struggle with what my purpose is here on earth. To pour out all my imperfections at the foot of His perfect sacrifice. I need to not even give a second glance to my failures and gaze instead on the love of Jesus that cleanses us. I gaze at all my mistakes and failures and only glance at how much God’s love and grace helped me through so many difficulties. My children know I love them, and I am harder on myself than they are on me. Looking back at raising my children, I feel like I was too broken to be a good mother, but I forget that Jesus’ love could still shine through all the cracks and spill over onto my children. I don’t need to be completely healed inside first in order for the light of Jesus to shine. I so easily see myself as a cracked pot that’s good for nothing, but I need to remember that more light can shine through a cracked pot than a whole one. “This cracked pot is happy to shine for the Lord One line really opened my eyes and heart that day: As I checked my email, there was a reply to one of my comments on a blog. I started out with a calling to encourage others, but God has often used others to encourage me. As I try to communicate more with other bloggers, I am finding kindred spirits and I often find hope in their posts. I finally convinced myself to read some blog posts. I tried to cling to God’s promises, but He felt so distant. But I grudgingly put one foot in front of another. I had no desire to get up and face the day. A heavy gloom weighted down my soul, and I felt like staying under the covers and curling into a ball.
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