Weekly Magazine | Your Identity in Christ
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Dear Friends,
Who am I? It’s a question we’ve all asked ourselves at some point. The world is quick to hand us labels—based on what we do, how we look, where we’re from, or even our failures. Sometimes, these labels hold us back from the life God wants for us.
But our Lord tells us a different story: our truest identity is found in Christ.
This week, we’re leaning into the knowledge that God has redeemed us from being “castoffs” and turned us into vessels for His glory. We’ll confront the lies that whisper we’re not good enough and replace them with God’s enduring truth. And we’ll reflect on the dangers of comparing our lives to others.
No matter what labels the world tries to place on you, God calls you His beloved daughter. You are chosen, set apart, and dearly loved (Col. 3:12).
Encouraging You in God’s Truth,
Cast Off No More | Sandy Mayle
Once seen as worthless, we are remade into vessels for honor in God’s house. Discover the beauty of being set apart for His purposes.
A Script I Preach to Myself | Lysa TerKeurst
Insecurities often scream louder than truth. Lysa shares how to silence the enemy’s lies by speaking God’s Word to your heart.
Comparison Is Depleting Our Faith | Andrea Tice
When comparison creeps in and steals our joy, Christ gently reminds us where our true worth is found.
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Castoff No More
The God Who Redeems and Honors the Unwanted.
By: Sandy Mayle
When I was a girl in college, I needed a summer job. My brother-in-law’s parents owned the local garbage disposal business, and they were in need of a “picker.” So I became, for a couple months, a garbage collector.
I have some unfortunate memories (flinging an overheated bag of garbage into the truck only to have it burst mid-air, spilling contents everywhere) and some good ones (riding the back step of the truck in the early morning mist with the road whizzing by under my feet).
Sometimes we pickers spied a treasure or two in the trash, something broken or worn or just unwanted. These didn’t go into the back with the rest of the throwaways. We brought them into the cab. We set them apart. In fact, that’s how I got the “starters” for a charming set of clay-fired Brown Drip Stoneware dishes.
