Confidence

I remain confident of this: I will see the goodness of the Lord in the land of the living. Psalm 27:13

In the elementary ministry I serve in, we have been talking about the idea of confidence; confidence, being defined as learning to see yourself the way God sees you. I love the way that’s defined, because I often don’t see myself the way God sees me. Whether it’s because of my past mistakes or things that have happened, or maybe it’s the enemy in my mind, I can often feel like I’m unworthy. I live with this cloud over me that I can never be good enough, but that’s simply not true. That’s a lie the enemy is trying to convince me is truth. The truth is, that I have been made in the image of God, all of us have been made in the image of God, meaning that there is great power we possess and God has placed many talents inside of us. We are not perfect, scripture says that humans were formed out of the dust, so, we’ve got some issues.

This is where confidence is key, we need to start learning to see ourselves the way God sees us.

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My Star Wars Story

Personal Journal entry 1:

Bright suns to whomever may be reading this! It’s another especially bright, and hot day here in Galma, my wife Danielle finally convinced me to sit down and actually start this whole journal entry thing. Not sure where this will end up one day, for all I know Dok will have it archived somewhere in his collection long after I’m gone. I suppose I should back up just a bit, give you some context as to who exactly is writing this.

My name’s Joshua and I’ve pretty much been stuck here on Batuu for all my life. Now, don’t get me wrong, this place has a certain beauty to it, it’s just hard to stay here when the whole galaxy is just waiting to be explored. My parents grew up on Corellia, but decided the life of living in slums and getting addicted to spice was not the best fit to raise children, so they came to this little planet called Batuu. My sister and I would drive our mother crazy running all over the sandy deserts of Galma, getting into trouble, while my dad made shipping runs for Dok Ondar. Dok’s an old collector of fine antiquities and pays handsomely for rare objects he sees as valuable.

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