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Could it be True?

One of my personal favorites from the message of TrueFaced is the principle that talks about God's design. Being currently stuck somewhere between underemployed and unemployed, I've had ample opportunity to give this some thought. Admittedly, I am the sort of person that would much prefer to leave the Savior out of the equation. In a practical sense, give me a paycheck and a time clock, and I will gladly give my allegiance to...myself.

The writers of TrueFaced echo sound biblical counsel that speaks of the incredible purpose that we are built into. Beyond and superseding the mundane, the Father's intimate knowledge of His children allows Him to perfectly craft their development into a vibrant and integral part of His body. His ways are perfect because His knowledge is perfect. No one in the universe is more qualified to dream with and for us than our God.

Previously, this concept has been foreign to me not because it did not sound alluring, but because I failed to believe that it could be true. After all, wasn't God in the business of sending unwilling converts to Africa to be thrown to the tribesmen? Lately, I have been given grace to begin to timidly allow small shoots of hope to take root in my life. These tender plants have begun to take shape and I wonder at what the Father is up to at the moment. Could He really mean that He has built me to trust Him through messy circumstances to make His glory known?

I have eluded to lofty goals of self-employment and commercial recording for the last several years. I have consistently stayed at arms length from these dreams because I was convinced that I was incapable of seeing them through to completion. As I continue to grow and learn, I am thankful to see that yes, I am incapable, but I serve an amazing God who is the very definition of capable. And by the way, He's so crazy about me that He's got even bigger and greater plans for me than I can ask or imagine!


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