This has been on my heart a lot lately, as it seems that being a believer boils down to acceptance, in so many ways.
Accepting our sins
Accepting Christs death for them
Accepting His forgiveness
Accepting our failings
Accepting His plan for our lives
Accepting the trials AND the blessings
Accepting the race we’re to run
Isn’t accepting all that, actually learning submission to His plan? It seems like it is to me, that it’s the acting out of the submission part. Or just another word that isn’t so laden with derision these days.
I’ve had to accept that Michael passed away. That my Dad isn’t with us anymore. I’ve had to accept that according to God, this IS good.
I’ve learned to accept my roles as daughter and daughter in law.
I’m learning to accept my role as a wife, mother and believer.
I want to learn to accept God’s whole word.
I’m learning to accept His teachings…even when they REALLY hurt.
I’m learning…striving. Increasing in His wisdom.
I’m learning to accept that I might become offensive to people, because of my growing faith.
I’m learning to accept His definition of love, and show it.
This path is mine, and I accept it. Highs and lows.
I’m actually learning to accept the trials, and dare I say…to see them with a certain amount of joy, because of the closeness I gain to my Savior?