JUST.

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 JUST.


My son asked me this afternoon, “mom, are you JUST a member now.”  I was taken back, wondering for a moment what he was talking about, when it dawned on me.  Today was the day that I crossed from the “doer” to the “undone” or “did.”  I passed the invisible torch of leadership.

In a moments notice I went from being THE leader to JUST a member.  JUST an attender.  JUST a Bible study gal.  There isn’t any clout in being JUST a member. 

Funny thing is, there is more to JUST than “just.”  I am JUST a mom and JUST a wife.  I am the one and only wife to my husband. I am more than JUST a companion to my husband that I love and care for. To my sick kid that I nurse back to health, I am more than JUST his/her mom.   I am JUST a friend.  BUT to the friend I encourage I am more than JUST an encouragement.

I am MORE.

I am more than JUST a member.  I am a daughter of the most high King of Kings and Lord of Lords.  Be JUST who God designed you to be.  You are JUST HIS, and his alone. 

I’m happy with JUST being a member of His family and I’ll gladly accept the title of being JUST a member.

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