If I can impress someone,


let it be a lasting impression of my relationship with Christ.

My identity is in Christ

My identity is in Christ

Yes, I have met many people over the years and I haven’t always been walking upright with the Lord.

However, when I first began my journey, I realized that I was to be conformed to His image. And when someone spoke to me about my obvious relationship with Him, I was always so touched. Just the fact that I could honor Him in this way.

I recently found a poem which a man had written for me, right after our meeting each other for the first time. I was so moved by this, especially given the fact that I had started to fall and the Lord’s love brought me back. He had used times of isolation and loneliness, coupled with tremendous suffering, yet I knew He had not forgotten me. I railed against Him at times, and “wrestled with God and with men,” yet I had overcome. Genesis 32:28 Reminding me of my calling and the necessary work of sanctification by the Holy Spirit, I was able to grasp what was happening and be grateful. After all, falling into darkness means separation from God and this is a fate much worse than death itself. “Do not be afraid of those who kill the body but cannot kill the soul. Rather be afraid of the One who can kill both soul and body in hell.” Matt. 10:28

Now the Lord reminded me of my true identity once again. He has called me to be a witness, even to kings. Because of my boldness and refusal to shrink back, he had called me “for such a time as this.”

Each nugget he places in my hand is a message from Him. I see and hear his words to me. As I said, I read this poem written by a friend after many months of online chat and I was blessed in receiving such a description. I tried in vain to locate this person, but alas, we had not been communicating for quite a while, so I will post this and perhaps one day he will get the credit he is due. At least I know he will when the Lord returns.

This is beautiful;

She emerged from the throng of humanity, swirling through the airport; Slicing through those shrouds, a ray of sunshine;                                                          

 My heart leapt. How could it not, at the sight of her image? Her flaxen hair, alabaster skin, “She hast doves’ eyes”                                                                                   She envelopes me with her hug, Her soft embrace. I feel welcome, Safe.

But while “sweet in thy voice.” Sweeter stll is thy message. She speaks of her personal experiences with a God that has “brought her home.”Done for her what she could not do for herself;

She exudes His radiance and love,  none could question His existence, hearing her words.

She then must leave. But while she has departed, she has left  her fingerprints upon my soul.

And for that I am grateful.

Author D.A., Jr.

Yes, I felt this was a love note from God. This man touched my soul as well, with the most beautiful expression of his impression of me. This is all I can ever hope to be.

“I you meet me and forget me, you’ve lost nothing. But if you meet Christ and forget Him, you’ve lost everything.

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