"I know I am something, 'cause God don't make no junk" Ethel Waters

God is amazing!! How many times I have said this and yet He keeps amazing me! OK this past Sunday I heard a sermon on Psalm 119:73-80. I did not know how much I would need the message till this morning! I got a call from my ex-boss who "graciously" told me that I had been replaced in a week by a person with excellent credentials. Of course in Christ likeness I rejoiced. Isn't this what I had prayed for and knew that God would do? And I was after all the one who had walked away. BUT I AM HUMAN!! and my carnal weak self was hurt again. Replaced? In one week? He actually called to tell me? And then God's Word through Pastor Paul's Sunday sermon came alive! Reality check again: My self worth was in my job, my reputation, my abilities, and like grass, all this withers! Awesome God! His Word tells me that I was made for eternity - a way bigger purpose and plan.

My confidence has to come from:

Knowing Who made me (“Before I formed you in the womb I knew you, before you were born I set you apart; Jer 1:5)
Knowing where my hope is (He will never leave me nor forsake me)
Knowing God is righteous and faithful (He is perfect, He does not slumber or sleep or give up)
Knowing I am valued by God (His love is steadfast)
Knowing God keeps His promises (His faithfulness continues through all generations)
Knowing that I am not getting what I deserve (There is no one righteous, not even one; Rom 3:10)
Knowing justice is in God's Hands (He will come as Judge one day)
Knowing God uses me as His instrument (But God chose the foolish things of the world to shame the wise; God chose the weak things of the world to shame the strong. 1 Cor: 1:27)
Knowing God makes me Holy (Through His Word)

Bottom Line: My self confidence is God confidence. It is in Jesus Christ alone!!

If you are reading this and strugling with issues of self confidence and hurt, remember that you are a son or daughter of the King of the Universe! Throw your hands up in the air and shout it out!

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