This week was weird and wonderful. I worked all week on the longest post I’ve ever done. The story is about recovering from rejection and insecurity caused by a lack of trust in God, and the power in a rhema to help you overcome it victoriously (1John 5:4). You can read the story here. I dug deep into the emotions I couldn’t articulate until God shared a word with me on May 16th. Two scriptures finally broke the cracked shell, and a new me emerged.
Proverbs 19:11
man’s discretion makes him slow to anger,
And it is his glory to overlook a transgression.
Psalm 18:48
He delivers me from my enemies;
Surely You lift me above those who rise up against me;
You rescue me from the violent man.
I wrote and rewrote energize by God’s message. Then I looked for just the right photos on unsplash.com. Finally, I went to Canva.com to create the perfect blog graphic. I had my son, the new college grad (with a journalism minor) critique it. All of this because I wanted it to be perfect. Perfect because I joined Hope Writers last week and, well, the post just had to be a quality piece right.
Then I realized what led me to write it in the first place. These two scriptures turned out to be God’s own utterance to me. His rhema was pulling me through to the end of a lengthy trial. I knew God was working something out of me, and I believe He chose writing to do it because it’s something I love.
The story is for me, just as much as it is for you, the person suffering from the same devastation of rejection.
I was born again in Christ over 20 years ago. But this week I felt a new chapter of my life being born with each keystroke. The writing and the rhema were for me, from God, and I am grateful.
Why not begin again, too? You can experience the same illumination and revelation of a rhema word by faithfully and intentionally getting into your Bible or your Bible app. God won’t let you miss what He wants to share with you.
Join the Five Minute Friday link-up with your own five-minute free-write on a one-word writing prompt. This week the prompt is BORN.
By the way, Sunday is Pentecost. The word Pentecost is Greek, and it means “50th day.” Fifty days after Easter Sunday, we celebrate the coming of the Holy Spirit upon the Apostles and their followers, and the beginning of their Earthly ministry to make disciples of all nations. Pentecost is also a Jewish holiday, which the Jews use to celebrate the end of Passover. https://www.catholic.org/lent/pentecost.php
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Quite a few years back, maybe in 2012, I had a sort of rhema that I turned to frequently at work. I say “sort of” because it was not scripture based, but it spoke truth into my life that I believe was from God. I was struggling with decisions, small and large, and I read in an Andy Andrew’s book that “I have a decided heart.” I’d come to a place at work, and feel stuck. I’d tell myself this little truth, and trust that God was guiding me through each decision. I’ve never experienced anything like that before or since, and so it’s lovely to read about your experience.
Thanks for visiting Amie, and sharing your story. Rhema experiences have been powerful in my life. This is just one. I look for one each time I get into my bible. They are priceless.
What a beautiful story of awakening. It’s wonderful that you have been given so much guidance. Stay the path. Writing is transformative and healing. Wishing you all of the best!
Thanks, Gwen. I have an excellent mentor, who introduced me to the power of the rhema and I will be forever grateful.
Welcome! We all experience the insecurity caused by earthly rejection, but we know “He delivers me [us] from my [our] enemies”. God, indeed, speaks to us and through us. Share the words and the Light.
That’s the plan, Joe. Thanks for stopping by.
My life is now rejecting me,
my body’s on the ropes;
each breath is a small victory;
so much for smoking dope!
Ha, just kidding on that last,
don’t need jail time and tars,
besides, weed is far outclassed
by cheap and bold cigars.
Anyhow, now where was I?
Oh, yeah, earthly rejection,
but my heart’s focused on the sky,
and I see God’s reflection
in the clouds far overhead,
the place I’ll be when I am dead.