By Kelli Sommers

“I need you to give voice to my glory.”

He kept me awake with this line one night not too long ago. Write it down before you forget, I reminded myself.

“For He chose us in Him before the creation of the world to be holy and blameless in His sight. In love.” (Ephesians 1:4)

I don’t wake up very often thinking about this. I don’t look in the mirror in the morning and see myself clothed in white, standing before the King, blameless. But I should. It was already decided before I was knit together in the womb. I’m a daughter, a co-heir with the messiah. Put all these royal names together and the momentum gets grander and grander. The hairs on your arms stand at attention. Because when you say His name and your name together, without shame, but with awe and wonder, something inside you turns on: Love.

“Once you were alienated from God and were enemies in your minds because of your evil behavior. But now He has reconciled you by Christ’s physical body though death to present you holy in His sight, without blemish and free from accusation.” (Colossians 1:21-22)

The Father’s love is yours and it’s free. You have to receive it and believe it. You don’t have to serve more, be more or do more. You have to believe He did it for you. And after you receive it, you don’t have to ask for more of it. It’s in you—living in you. You don’t have to fall on your knees aching for more of Jesus’ love. You have to fall on your knees and believe you are not a stranger or enemy, you are bound to the eternal Christ, and you will remain white as snow, forever. Even in struggle or temptation, He is in you, defending you, only asking you to believe.

I was born a fighter. I will work as hard and as long as I can to convince you I am right. I long for justice and have little patience when it doesn’t play out. I am best at fighting myself. My heart and mind wage war while my soul aches for me to believe who I really am: Loved. I am fighting a war already won.

I am best at fighting myself. My heart and mind wage war while my soul aches for me to believe who I really am: Loved. I am fighting a war already won.

I wonder what would happen if I could wake up every morning and see who I really am: a daughter. Loved and whole. I wonder what would happen if I could remember it every time anger rose up in me, frustration distracted me and lies stopped me from answering the call. The Bible says we can put these things off (Colossians 3), but too many times, I thought I was putting them off when I was really pushing them down. When I push down the anger, frustration and lies, they grow. When I put them off, they end up on the altar before God and evaporate.

Putting these things off sounds easy, right? But this is where belief comes back in.  I think a lot of times for me, it’s a mind thing. All of us tend to make faith a “do more” thing, when we really just have to train our minds to believe.

That’s not who I am.

It’s taking practice for me. When my child makes me mad, I have to stop myself and say, sometimes out loud, “That’s not who I am.” When my husband hits a nerve and my first response is to shut him out, I stop and say, “That’s not who I am.” When anxiety and depression grip my chest with their dirty hands, I stop and say, “That’s not who I am.” When offense tells me to turn away from love and lean into hate, I stop and say, “That’s not who I am.” When my baby gets released from the womb and goes straight to the gates of heaven before I get to see her and a cloud of confusion wraps its arms around me and starts to whisper doubts in my ear, I stop and say, “That’s not who I am.”

I do not have to doubt my lineage. I do not doubt my eternal Father. I stand in belief. I am a child of the Most High King. There is a place for me in His kingdom. He will never leave me or forsake me. He has dressed me in white and called me most beloved daughter. His angels fight for me. He loves me when He sees my every thought. He called me and purposed me for His work. His glory plays out in my life.

“Your voice is my glory,” He whispers as I roll out of bed to write it down. 


Meet Kelli Sommers

I am thrilled to introduce you all to Kelli Sommers.  She is not only my sister-in-love but she is a great friend to me.  Kelli and her husband (my brother), Patrick, live north of Fort Worth with their four kids ranging from 7 to almost 1, needless to say they are busy.  Kelli is passionate about writing, her family, and is continually putting her heart before God for Him to transform.  She is a gift to me and my family. Kelli embodies peace.  I can walk into her home and instantly feel the peace of God there, even in the midst of a chaotic 3 year old birthday party.  She is currently writing a book called "Known" and you have access to reading it chapter by chapter on her blog, www.kellisommers.com. Go and show her and her book some love.  I am excited that Kelli is a regular contributor for us.