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He is not passive

Last year at Pink Impact God freed me from a box in which fear had held me hostage for years. No kidding. If you haven't read my story, you can find it here: FREE indeed

Last week, despite having a cold--you know the one (raw, scratchy throat, with a terribly congested head)--I made it a point to attend Pink Impact again. Once again I am so thankful I pushed through and went to spend dedicated time with my Savior. Praise God, I felt normal for the good majority of the conference. (Yes, I was completely oiled in Breathe and OnGuard and asking for His healing. I'm so thankful for those oils, but that's for a different post) Ironically, as soon as I got home after the conference was over, my body just let loose and I definitely needed to just rest for the rest of the weekend. Thank God, I'm feeling much better today :)

Fear. . . it's not a fun place to live in everyday. Truly and sincerely, I have lived differently this year because of the freedom I received last year. It's still an everyday choice but I find myself learning to trust God more. Interestingly, trust seemed to be the main point for me this year.
Do you believe God is passive or active? No, no Scripture quoting or "I know that ..." but do you really believe, deep inside, that God is active or passive? There is a difference in what I know in my head and what I really believe in my heart. What I wasn't aware of is that my subconscious belief that God is passive and "if you want something done, you had better do it yourself" was disabling me from truly trusting God. Think about it. If part of you really believes that you have to do it yourself, how likely are you to really leave a problem at the throne of God? If I have to strive to hear Him, push myself up a mountain to touch Him, repent continuously to make sure nothing is blocking Him, who is the one building a tower for herself to reach heaven? Yes, the revelation finally dawned on me too. He isn't passive. He doesn't just sit up there and decide if you have done enough to merit His attention. He doesn't just let life happen. He does move, breath, speak and listen. I was blessed to have been given a vision of His mighty hand reaching down to me instead of me dramatically trying to pull myself up to Him. How much more likely am I going to trust someone who I really believe will not only do something for me but wants to do something for me?
He is not passive.
It's a statement I will continue to repeat to myself this new year.

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