Strong In Him

Have you ever felt you aren't string enough to serve God? Aren't smart enough? Don't know enough verses? Sinned too many times to be used by God? Aren't outgoing enough? Too afraid? Too weak? Too small? Fail too many times? Proverbs 24:16A says  "For a just man falleth seven times, and riseth up again..." Or maybe you feel like since you've done this really big sin you God won't forgive you and you aren't saved anymore?

Let's not forget that Romans 8:38-39 says  "For I am persuaded, that neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor principalities, nor powers, nor things present, nor things to come, Nor height, nor depth, nor any other creature, shall be able to separate us from the love of God, which is in Christ Jesus our Lord."
NOTHING  can separate us from the LOVE of God. How amazing is that promise??? Hebrews 13:5b says, "...for he hath said, I will never leave thee, nor forsake thee." Another promise. I love it when God promises us something because I know I can always rely on Him in everything. God keeps every promise. Our strength comes from God alone. And God used Paul, who killed Christians, He can use you too. You just have to ask Him to use you. Too afraid, God will give you the courage. We are mighty, not weak, because we are in Christ Jesus, a royal priesthood! Fail too many times, a just man falls seven times and gets back up again. Our strength is found in Christ and Him alone. He is our rock and our foundation and we shall not be greatly moved.


This weeks memory verse is 1 Peter 4:16 "Yet if any man suffer as a Christian, let him not be ashamed; but let him glorify God on this behalf."

Have a blessed week :)

~Beautifully Created 4 Christ~
 ~Romans 3:23~

This Weeks Memory Verse

This weeks memory verse is Isaiah 40:31 "But they that wait upon the Lord shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings as eagles; they shall run, and not be weary; and they shall walk, and not faint."

I can't express how important it is to know scripture, to know Christ. With out Him there is nothing, we were made by Him for Him. "One God and Father of all, who is above all, and through all, and in you all." Ephesians 4:6 

Have a Blessed week.

~Beautifully Created 4 Christ~

~Romans 14:11~

A Burden Bigger Than Fear

I recently finished listening to the audio book Do Hard Things: A Teenage Rebellion Against Low Expectations, and it’s what I've been thinking on a lot lately. Teen years aren't for sitting around doing nothing with your life. Teens have this mind set, that the years before they graduate are years that you should get to party, have fun, take the easy road, wasting there time away, and having absolutely no responsibility. Adolesense is a myth, America has a totally messed up thought process about teens. Teens now have no responsibility, and they think when they graduate responsibly will be a natural thing that will hit them like a ton of bricks. I’m not saying that we shouldn't have fun. But who said doing hard things and having responsibility, and learning new things that take you out of you comfort zone aren't fun. Yeah, sometimes it’s not fun but if you don’t do some hard stuff you won’t get anywhere. Teens should be more involved in stuff that matters. Christians especially should be doing hard things and trying to further the kingdom of God. Getting involved with your church and witnessing to people, mission trips, nursing homes, bible clubs, passing out tracks, and different stuff like that. You could get out of you comfort zone by witnessing to a complete stranger. I have a really big fear of talking to people I don’t know, but, with a ton of courage and help from God, I've stated telling complete strangers about Jesus. For me, my purpose is bigger than my fear. God has given me a burden for people’s lost souls and a purpose for sharing the gospel with them that’s bigger than my fear, and utter lack of talent of talking to people. Billy Sunday said, “More people fail from lack of purpose than lack of talent.” 1 Corinthians 9:16 says, “For I preach the gospel, I have nothing to glory of: for necessity is laid upon me; yea, woe is unto me, if I preach not the gospel!” God had given me a hunger for telling people about Him, and it’s getting bigger. I've witnessed to several people so far, none of which I knew at all. The last I think made the biggest impact on me.

 I’ll tell you the story. It was Sunday after church and we were going to the grocery store. I knew we were going before church so I was asking God to show me who He wanted me to talk to. As I was walking through the store, I kept asking Him to show me the person. Then at the back of the store stacking refrigerated biscuits on the shelf of preservative filled food, was the most depressing looking guy I’d ever seen. We locked eyes for a split second and right then is when God told me, “Him. You have to talk to him. ”This guy had black hair and was wearing black eye liner. Definitely the kind of guy I would try to avoid. So, I tried to tell God I couldn't talk to him because he looked weird, but I knew that wasn't a good excuse. There were two other guys working nearby, and I tried to tell God that I would talk to them instead, but God wasn't taking that either. I finally said no to God and started walking away. I felt awful. I made it to the other end of the store, and I guess I got a glimpse of what Jonah probably felt like when he said no to God. I finally told God I would talk to him, but I was going to need Him to really help me a lot, because it was hard for me to talk to that guy. I couldn't do it on my own. Nervous and beginning to shake, I walked back to the back of the store and walked up to Isaac (I later found out) and asked him if I could ask him a question. He said yes, and then I popped the question, “If you died today, where would you go?” I shared the whole gospel with him. At the end those two other guys came over and I tried to talk to them too, but they kind of just laughed. But they were really laughing at God not me. It’s funny that the guys I wanted to talk to laughed, but the guy God wanted me to talk to didn't  God has helped me grow so much since I surrendered my life when I was 15. If you would have told me I‘d be doing something like that I wouldn't have believed you. I serve a mighty God, and just because we’re teens doesn't mean we can’t do anything hard. Let your faith be bigger than your fear, because we all know that God is bigger than any fear.

"The Room"

~ " The Room.."
"In that place between wakefulness and dreams, I found myself in the room. There were no distinguishing features except for the one wall covered with small index card files. They were like the ones in libraries that list titles by author or subject in alphabetical order. But these files, which stretched from floor to ceiling and seemingly endless in either direction, had very different headings.
As I drew near the wall of files, the first to catch my attention was one that read "Girls I have liked" I opened it and began flipping through the cards. I quickly shut it, shocked to realize that I recognized the names written on each one. And then without being told, I knew exactly where I was. This lifeless room with its small files was a crude catalog system for my life. Here were written the actions of my every moment, big and small, in a detail my memory couldn't match. A sense of wonder and curiosity, coupled with horror, stirred within me as I began randomly opening files and exploring their content. Some brought joy and sweet memories; others a sense of shame and regret so intense that I would look over my shoulder to see if anyone was watching.

A file named "Friends" was next to one marked "Friends I have betrayed." The titles ranged from the mundane to the outright weird. "Books I Have Read," "Lies I Have Told," "Comfort I have Given," "Jokes I Have Laughed at."

Some were almost hilarious in their exactness : "Things I've yelled at my brothers." Others I couldn't laugh at : "Things I Have Done in My Anger", "Things I Have Muttered Under My Breath at My Parents." I never ceased to be surprised by the contents Often there were many more cards than expected. Sometimes fewer than I hoped. I was overwhelmed by the sheer volume of the life I had lived.

Could it be possible that I had the time in my years to fill each of these thousands or even millions of cards? But each card confirmed this truth. Each was written in my own handwriting. Each signed with my signature.

When I pulled out the file marked "TV Shows I have watched," I realized the files grew to contain their contents. The cards were packed tightly, and yet after two or three yards, I hadn't found the end of the file. I shut it, shamed, not so much by the quality of shows but more by the vast time I knew that file represented.

When I came to a file marked "Lustful Thoughts," I felt a chill run through my body. I pulled the file out only an inch, not willing to test its size, and drew out a card. I shuddered at its detailed content I felt sick to think that such a moment had been recorded. An almost animal rage broke on me.

One thought dominated my mind : No one must ever see these cards! No one must ever see this room! I have to destroy them!" In insane frenzy I yanked the file out Its size didn't matter now I had to empty it and burn the cards...
But as I took it at one end and began pounding it on the floor, I could not dislodge a single card. I became desperate and pulled out a card, only to find it as strong as steel when I tried to tear it. Defeated and utterly helpless, I returned the file to its slot. Leaning my forehead against the wall, I let out a long, self-pitying sigh.

And then I saw it. The title bore "People I Have Shared the Gospel With." The handle was brighter than those around it, newer, almost unused. I pulled on its handle and a small box not more than three inches long fell into my hands. I could count the cards it contained on one hand.
And then the tears came. I began to weep. Sobs so deep that they hurt. They started in my stomach and shook through me. I fell on my knees and cried. I cried out of shame, from the overwhelming shame of it all. The rows of file shelves swirled in my tear-filled eyes.. No one must ever, ever know of this room I must lock it up and hide the key. But then as I pushed away the tears, I saw Him.

No, please not Him. Not here. Oh, anyone but Jesus. I watched helplessly as He began to open the files and read the cards. I couldn't bear to watch His response. And in the moments I could bring myself to look at His face, I saw a sorrow deeper than my own. He seemed to intuitively go to the worst boxes.
Why did He have to read every one? Finally He turned and looked at me from across the room. He looked at me with pity in His eyes. But this was a pity that didn't anger me. I dropped my head, covered my face with my hands and began to cry again. He walked over and put His arm around me. He could have said so many things. But He didn't say a word. He just cried with me.

Then He got up and walked back to the wall of files. Starting at one end of the room, He took out a file and, one by one, began to sign His name over mine on each card. "No!" I shouted rushing to Him. All I could find to say was "No, no," as I pulled the card from Him.. His name shouldn't be on these cards. But there it was, written in red so rich, so dark, and so alive.
The name of Jesus covered mine. It was written with His blood. He gently took the card back He smiled a sad smile and began to sign the cards. I don't think I'll ever understand how He did it so quickly, but the next instant it seemed I heard Him close the last file and walk back to my side. He placed His hand on my shoulder and said, "It is finished."

I stood up, and He led me out of the room.. There was no lock on its door. There were still cards to be written."

Written by Joshua Harris.

What's in your file cabinet?

~Beautifully Created 4 Christ~

"Pray Without Ceasing"

Recently a friend of mine made a comment to me about prayer, I can’t remember exactly what we were talking about, she said something  about we’d be praying all the time. She was joking about it. But I’ve been thinking about prayer a lot lately. I think God wants us to pray as much as we can. Because praying is talking to God.

We meet people everyday, weather it be at work or at the grocery store, we meet people. What would be it be like to be praying for everyone you meet everyday?? We would always be praying, but I don’t think that’s a bad thing. 1 Thessalonians 5:17 says, “Pray without ceasing.” The definition of “ceasing” is To put an end to; discontinue. This verse is saying  without ceasing. Psalms 95:2 says  “Let us come before his presence with thanksgiving, and make a joyful noise unto him with psalms.” Seriously, we have a lot to be thankful for. Let’s break it down a little, because a lot of people say, “oh yeah I’m thankful!” but are you really. Do you realize how blessed you are if you have clean water, a bed, clothes, food, and not to mention tv, movies, cell phones, laptops, iPods  and transportation? 1.6 billion people in the world live without electricity. That’s a quarter of the world. 640 million people are without adequate shelter, 400 million with no access to safe water, 270 million with no access to health services. Just think about how blessed you are to be able to get an education. 121 million children are out of education. In 2005 over half the world’s population made less than $2.50 a day. I don’t know about you but I’m one blessed girl. We are blessed beyond measure.

Also, this weeks memory verse is, Psalms 95:2 “Let us come before his presence with thanksgiving, and make a joyful noise unto him 
with psalms.”

~Beautifully Created 4 Christ~

       ~Romans 8:14~
Have a Blessed week!! :)

This Is Discipleship

Are we being disciples? Are we spreading the gospel? Are we being Christ like?

If you've accepted Jesus Christ into your heart, YOU are the light. Christ light is shining through you. Mattew 5:14 says, "Ye are the light of the world. A city that is set on an hill cannot be hid."

Show someone Jesus's love. Everyday God gives us opportunities to share the amazing news of what Christ did for us. 

Be a Disciple.

~Beautifully Created 4 Christ~

~Proverbs 3:3~

Is God's Will My Will?

"This is the will of God, your sanctification..." (1 Thessalonians 4:3)

"Sanctification is not a question of whether God is willing to sanctify me--is it my will? Am I willing to let God do in me everything that has been make possible through the atonement of the cross of Christ? Am I willing to let Jesus become sanctification to me, and to let His life be exhibited in my human flesh? (See 1 Corinthians 1:30). Beware of saying, "Oh, I am longing to be sanctified." Mo, you are not. Recognize your need, but stop longing and make it a matter of action. Receive Jesus Christ to become sanctification for you by absolute, unquestioning faith, and the great miracle of the atonement of Jesus will  become real in you.
      All that Jesus made possible becomes mine through the free and loving gift of God on the basis of what Christ accomplished on the cross. And my attitude as a saved and sanctified soul is that of profound, humble holiness based on agonizing repentance, a sense of inexpressible shame and degradation, and also on the amazing realization that the love of God demonstrated itself to me while I cared nothing about Him. (See Romans 5:8). He completed everything for my salvation and sanctification. No wonder Paul said that nothing "shall be able to separate  us from the love of God which is in Christ Jesus our Lord" (Romans 8:39).
      Sanctification makes me one with Jesus Christ, and Him one with God, and it is accomplished only through the magnificent atonement of Christ.Never confuse the effect with the cause. The effect in me is obedience, service, and prayer, and is the outcome of inexpressible thanks and adoration for the miraculous sanctification that has been brought about in me because of the atonement through the Cross of Christ."

-Oswald Chambers-

~Beautifully Created 4 Christ~
        ~James 1:2-3~