Every night my prayer partner calls, a little 88-year-old man in Nacogdoches, Tx. A couple of weeks ago we started reading a chapter of the Bible before we pray. This has been really good for both of us.

Tonight, we read Acts chapter ten; something Simon Peter experienced struck me… in verse fifteen a voice spoke to him again the second time saying “What God has cleansed you must not call common.”

Then in verse twenty-eight, Simon Peter shared this with Cornelius saying, “But God has shown me that I should not call any man common or unclean.”

It brought back to mind some of the thoughts I’ve had about myself, how at times I get down on me for not measuring up or especially when I struggle with my identity. Because I do not see me as God sees me. I’m often negative because the road I’m on has not led me to that place I thought I would be at this place and stage in my life.

I know I’m still moving forward and working on growing myself. However, tonight I feel that God is showing me how I have been calling what He has cleansed common. I looked up the word “common,” and I don’t fit that label anymore.

God does not look down on me, He sees me as so much more than I see or anyone else sees.

I’ve been washed clean by the Blood of the Lamb.

So I’m putting this into practice; to not call the things He’s cleansed as common.

I opened my Bible and read the verse John 8:8 this morning. “And again He stooped down, and wrote on the ground.”

As I meditated on that one verse, I went back and read the passage. It spoke of the adulterous woman that the Pharisees had caught in adultery.

They wanted to use her sin to trip Jesus up, but the whole while they were accusing her, Jesus sat and wrote in the dirt. Whatever it was that He wrote we may never know. Jesus stood and addressed the woman’s accusers. Then He sat back down and began to write again.

Soon everyone was gone, only she stood before Him as He continued to write. He rose to addressed her this time asking her, “Where are your accusers?”

As I meditated on verse 8, I sensed that what He had been writing the first time addressed the Pharisees, when He stooped down the second time… I got a vision of Him “rewriting” the woman’s story. And it brought tears to my eyes.

Suddenly in the process, it was no longer her standing there, but now it was me who stood before Him; and Jesus was rewriting my story.

I am so grateful that God has led me here. I know He will bring about the “Happily Ever After” story; the story Jesus has written for me. 👑👑👑

Can you see your story and how He is rewriting it for you?

Have a blessed day, everyone.