I am who You say I am

Have you heard the new song by Hillsong – Who You Say I Am? It’s so good! Here it is: Hillsong – Who You Say I Am

Sometimes when sharing thoughts and trying to be so precise in everything that I discuss in my blogs biblically, I end up going back and editing and re-reading and editing and then freaking myself out, because… I am just a layman over here, y’all! I know what I know and what I am continuing to learn in my walk with God and reading my Bible – and I diligently strive to make sure that what I share biblically is truth and expressed in a way that can be understood by all. I had a moment of clarity and realized that hello, I’m not perfect and what I say isn’t going to be perfect. God is perfect. I trust God. I pray that I share His Word in an enlightening and cheerful manner. Now, now, now, nothing weird has happened and no one has sent me any hate mail or anything like that, I’m just sharing that getting it right isn’t always easy. All of you perfectionists out there get me. 🙂

I have two mentors and they are the two most godly people I know. They just are and they got that way by studying and knowing Jesus. Their minds have been sharpened by God in a way that is seen and to be followed. What an example they are for His Kingdom. So, they had better be spot on when I have questions! We’ll blame them if anything is ever off.. Now that I have shared that, let’s talk donkeys, shall we?

I love donkeys. I had no idea they were so protective, though! Usually when you see two or three goats in a yard or on a farm, if you look to the right or to the left, you are likely to see a donkey nearby. Protecting his pack. Like, the donkey knows what his job is.

I love feeding the donkeys at the safari parks and they seem pretty docile… well, there was that one time when a donkey was being all sweet to my husband and then out of nowhere turned and bit him on his shoulder and kind of gave him a hickie. Yeah, that happened. Is it okay that I just laughed a little bit right now? Donkey didn’t bite me 🙂

This morning I was thinking about Jesus riding into town on a donkey. Not here, but in Jerusalem. He rode in, not just on a donkey, but on a baby donkey. A colt. Why a donkey? Why not a horse? Horses were used by the wealthy and for war. Jesus was there in peace and wanted to be lower and humble and connect with common people. That’s just like our Jesus. Every detail was so planned so long ago. Nothing fancy to ride in town on. He didn’t require a warhorse with ornate saddling – or the best of the best of mans transportation methods for the wealthy. Just a colt, the foal of a donkey.

Rejoice greatly, O Daughter of Zion! Shout, Daughter of Jerusalem! See, your king comes to you, righteous and having salvation, gentle and riding on a donkey, on a colt, the foal of a donkey.  – Zechariah 9:9   NIV

That’s our King.

I AM who you say I AM.

Oh, and Jesus WILL be riding on a horse when He returns…

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