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  • Writer's pictureLaura Kae

There is hope for the hopeless

There is hope. No matter how hopeless life once seemed. No matter how broken I am. There is hope. Maybe it would be more appropriate to say there was hope. Three years ago, I thought there was no hope at all in some areas of my life. But there was. I am learning how to trust. I even am learning how to trust men.

Today I entirely shocked myself by thinking of someone else first, wondering how love should be demonstrated in the situation, figuring this out, then acting on it accordingly. I did that all without freaking out. I spent a decent amount of time with God beforehand, asking for strength and help to be vulnerable.

Recently I have come to the realization I was entirely miserable during certain parts of my life as a believer because my identity was entirely wrapped up in the response and perceptions of people. Over the last few days, I have realized I am now able to be vulnerable with people because my identity is entirely found in Christ. It does not mean people cannot still hurt me. It just means when they do, it won’t change who I think I am.

I also realized in the same way that spiritual armor will be my protection as I am Christ incarnate in this world, it will also be my protection in other areas of vulnerability. It will keep my heart safe. No matter who hurts me; my identity, my status with God does not change.

The name of the LORD is a fortified tower; the righteous run to it and are safe. – Proverbs 18:10


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