More Than Conquerors!
Thinking about changing my middle initial to T then I can use MTC. Michael The Conqueror sounds saweeet.
“No, in all these things we are MORE THAN CONQUERORS through him who loved us.” Romans 8:37
Let me explain… I was not going to share this with anyone. Failure and
disappointment are common for me in this area and I learned a long time ago that not talking about it protected me.
But when God does something good for me I feel I have to praise Him! God is doing great things for me and I have to tell someone how good He is!
I have fought a life-long battle with obesity. Through health problems and lack of exercise and overeating obesity has been kicking my butt. At 49 I am dealing with a plethora of health problems that have taken much of the joy out of my life.
But through Jesus I am more than a conqueror! I don’t want to bore you with the details. The important part is that I adopted Romans 8:37 as my battle cry against obesity. When I am riding my bike and my legs hurt I say … maybe it is more like growl to myself,
“I am more than a conqueror.
Through Jesus I am defeating laziness and apathy.
Through Jesus I am crushing diabetes!
Through Jesus I am killing high blood pressure!”
When the wind (In this area of South Texas it blows every day) is forcing me to grind out every push of the pedal I say,
“Through Him I am devastating obesity!”
But being more than a conqueror goes so much further than my strength and weaknesses. See no matter what happens in this life Jesus has given us the victory and we have an eternal future with Him!!! Nothing can separate us from Him! I read a story about a little tiny girl who became a giant in Jesus.
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Willing to Bleed for Jesus Adapted from a true story in The Voice of the Martyrs |
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A little girl stood outside the doorway of the church longing for the love and joy displayed by those inside. The American missionary had asked her to come in, but she had politely declined. It wasn’t because she didn’t want to accept the kind offer. Quite the opposite; her heart was beckoning her to join in their singing and worship. They seemed so happy, and the fellowship was so spontaneous and natural. But this was a hostile area in the Philippines, and her father had strictly forbidden her to have anything to do with “those Christians.” Inside, the missionary was praying fervently for her soul. She wanted to teach the little Filipino girl about Jesus and how He shed His blood on a cross so that her sins could be washed away. At the same time, the girl knew something was happening because each week she found it harder and harder to say no to the missionary. Finally one Sunday morning, she accepted. She accepted not only the invitation to attend the Sunday school class, but also opened her heart to Jesus and became a child of God. Full of joy, the missionary gave her a beautiful white dress. It symbolized the amazing fact that Jesus had washed all her sins away. Full of joy, she went home with her two special gifts — the wonderful Spirit of Jesus in her heart and the pretty dress to remind her that God had made her pure and holy inside. A day or so later, the missionary rushed to the next service. She could hardly wait to see the new little Christian again. But the girl was nowhere to be found. No one had seen her or heard anything about her. Concerned, the missionary traveled to her home village. Near her home, she found the young believer lying in the dirt. Her white dress was torn, filthy, and soaked in blood. The girl’s father hadn’t shared the missionary’s joy in his daughter’s newfound faith. In a drunken rage he had beaten her, repeatedly kicked her, and left her to die. The missionary gently lifted the fragile girl and carried her back to the church where a doctor rushed in to help her. But there was nothing he could do. He removed the ragged dress and cleaned her up, but her injuries were too severe. The young Filipino girl would soon die. The missionary and other friends stayed with her, trying to comfort her during her final hour. God brought her back to consciousness for a short while, and the girl was able to make an unusual request. Despite the pain of her father’s anger and the horrible beating, she wanted to hold the white dress the missionary had given her. The woman explained that it was torn and soaked with blood and dirt, but dying girl insisted on having it in her hands. With the simple faith of a ten-year-old she whispered, “I just want Jesus to know that I was willing to bleed for Him.” |
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I am humbled. All I can say is Thank you Jesus.


