Lift up your eyes to the heavens, look at the earth beneath; the heavens will vanish like smoke, the earth will wear out like a garment and its inhabitants die like flies. But my salvation will last forever, my righteousness will never fail.
Isaiah 51:6

In this walk of life, perspective is the manna that sustains us through the desert. Our journey with Jesus never was promised to be perfect. If anything, He promised persecution, hatred from the world, and even foretold of Satan’s desire to “sift [us] like wheat” (Luke 22:31). So it is no surprise to God that when trials come, we may make mistakes, trip, fall, accidentally hurt people, or even hurt ourselves. But, the gift and beauty of God’s perspective helps us to press our faces against the window of faith, so that we may see through heavens eyes to keep going; to be steadfast, faithful, and persevere beyond what our natural situations may even allow. Perspective, ultimately leads us to become more like Christ.

“Who I am today, is because of God’s hands that have molded my mistakes into monuments of His grace & mercy.”

As I’ve clasped God’s hand to lead me, I’ve made my own share of mistakes in this journey of servitude and leadership. But by this phenomenon of perspective, it has caused me to embrace my mistakes, supernaturally transforming them into spiritual truths.

In every mistake, there’s an invitation for the cancer of regret to knock on the doors of our hearts, with an agenda to immobilize our spirits into the caves of shame. But by God’s grace & leadership, when we put our faith in His goodness He never fails to inoculate this disease by making “ALL THINGS work together for the GOOD of those that love Him” (Romans 8:28), even regret. Because of His steadfast love for us, no matter how many times we make mistakes, we in turn become just as steadfast in our pursuit for Him as we get back up over and over, and over again.

Who I am today, is because of God’s hands that have molded my mistakes into monuments of His grace & mercy. And most recently, God created a new monument in my heart, to remind me of who I am first and foremost before any other role in this world. My recent trip to Uganda was where He began the work, but as I returned home this past week, I realized He chiseled away the final layer of stone with a recent unexpected loss of a friend.

In the final days of my stay in Uganda, I began to reflect deeply on my time there. On every outreach, it’s been a familiar place during the quiet moments of my heart. And so I found myself, standing alone on the wooden bridge beneath the watchful evening stars, listening to the African night choir of frogs by the rivers rushing beneath my feet. Suddenly my spirit began to sink as I realized that this trip was not without regret.

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Jasen Chung
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