A New Creation

In high school, I wasn’t popular. But people knew me. People referred to me as “oh, the mean one?” Because there were too many Amandas in my grade, being mean was like a spotlight, an identifier.

I used to be proud of that. I liked and enjoyed how well I hurt people with a swift, spoken word. So easily, too.

But then I became a Christian.
God started to work in me the ability to use my words for healing.

He’s given me the opportunity to figure out how to use my powers for good instead of evil.

People don’t reference me like that anymore. I’m not in a sea of Amandas, but I think what really helps people know me for me is the shining of a different kind of light.

I’m still the girl who says what others won’t. I’m still a challenger. I’m still honest. I’m still firm. I’m still the one who pushes and corrects, but it’s all out of love not pain or hate.

What I am no longer is malicious, cruel or unkind. What I am is...new—stone turned into flesh.

“And I will give them one heart, and a new spirit I will put within them. I will remove the heart of stone from their flesh and give them a heart of flesh,”
‭‭Ezekiel‬ ‭11:19‬ ‭ESV‬‬