I will call this to mind as my reason to have hope:
The love of the Lord is not exhausted, his mercies are not spent.
Sometimes, the voices we hear most loudly aren’t the voices to which we should listen. Sometimes, the voices which clamor for our attention must be ignored so we can hear the life-giving whisper of God…
When I consider the voice which discourages me and questions my worth and demands my shame and denies that I am loved, I find that it comes from within me. Though the critical voices of others sometimes make their way to my core, I eventually tune them out and move on. It is the familiar voice echoing my personal litany of self-doubts which stubbornly remains to chip away at my heart. I’m grateful that I’m incapable of numbing the pain which comes with this self-imposed criticism. You see, it is this pain which urges me to voice my own lamentations to God who listens and who never fails to respond. Whether it comes in the warmth of sunshine, in the glistening snow, in the words of a loved one or from the center of my core, the words remain the same: “You are my beloved, Mary, and my favor rests on you.”
How great is God’s faithfulness to you and to me! Listen and you too will hear your name in the midst of those amazing words…
Faithful God, let me never tire of your encouraging voice in whatever form you speak to me.
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