It’s been a tough few weeks…practically an emotional roller-coaster. Last week culminated with completing an almost 4 year goal of pursuing my ministerial credentials through the Assemblies of God. I studied all week and feel really good about the test. Nevertheless, it weighed heavy on me all week, last week. This week finds me smack dab in the middle of organizing our first ever “small groups” event. This Saturday we will be dividing into small groups for the first time ever the history of this church. Awesome, huh!

The past few weeks of devotions have really taken hold of my heart…let me just get right to it…

Mark 10 Vs 49 (KJV)

“Be of good comfort, rise; He calleth thee…”

I was reflecting thru my journal when I came across this little gem of scripture written in the pages just below a quiet forgotten prayer. It hit me like a bunch of bricks.

It seems in life that the closer I get to Jesus, the more I consciously come into the knowledge of my own depravity. I am daily reminded of how much I desperately need Him. It’s not that I don’t have mountain top experiences with God…that’s not what I’m talking about here. What I’m talking about is the fact that I am in constant need of being picked up. The word “rise” correctly display’s my location in life. I am always in this struggle of dealing with my own inabilities and failures. These failures leave me feeling as if I have hit the bottom, or that I am alone in my struggle. It feels like mud stuck to my skin leaving me dirty and unwanted….and just when it’s almost unbearable…there is Jesus. He is just standing there, peering down at me…not condescending, not angry, and not disappointed. He is standing there with His arm extended down and nail scared hand open saying, “Rise”.