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Nadia Bolz-Weber – Blessed are… Meditation for Holy Ground

I am no victim

Dear Reader,

I have been listening to this Kristen Dimarco song for more than a week, every single day. The first time I heard it, I sobbed. I was hysterical because I wanted to believe the words but I just couldn’t. Now, it seems like the more I listen to it, the more I seem to accept the words as facts.

The first verse is as follows:”I am no victim, I live with a vision. I’m covered by the force of love, covered in my Savior’s blood. I am no orphan, I’m. not a poor man. The Kingdom’s now become my own and with the King I’ve found a home”

How does someone with PTSD or any other mental illness, get behind these words? How does a suicidal person? Someone who feels alone and like everything they touch dies? Someone who has no evidence for believing in anything other than their present situation?

So as I pondered these thoughts I decided to look for the parts of the song I unequivocally  believed.

  • Covered in the Savior’s blood ( CHECK)
  • Not an orphan (CHECK)
  • He is my Father ( CHECK)
  • He is who He says He is ( CHECK)

Ok, so I buy four lines in the entire song. The problem that really struck me was my strong unfavorable reaction to the title ” I am no victim”. I mean, Wasn’t I? I kept looking at the hot mess that was my life and alternating between one of two thoughts. 1.It’s none of my fault. 2.Its all of my fault. Over the course of this week I’ve actually discovered that none of that actually matters. The most important part is ” I’m covered by the force of love… I am who He says I am. I’m defined by all his promises, shaped by every word He says”

 

What’s in your hands?

Hi y’all
I really struggled with the idea of starting a christian-themed blog. I have had eight different blogs. I have written good pieces, not-so-good pieces, and morally questionable pieces. I wondered if I should do this under a different name. But God is redeeming all of me, the whole story, not just part of it. So in spite of and because of where I’ve been I have to say that my truth is more about how God loved me than anything else.
I have two degrees in creative writing and I always knew I would be a writer. I didn’t think I would  write for Jesus because quite frankly I didn’t think of that as a constructive use of my time. I learned just this weekend that “building the Kingdom” is not extra work, It’s my primary purpose as a daughter.
Regards,
Sarah