I am God’s glory on display. Knowing this changed my life. When I didn’t know this Biblical truth, I was confused, disoriented, and suicidally depressed. From a young age, I was persuaded that I was a misfit and an embarrassment. I was made feeling inadequate, weird, and abnormal by the people I loved. This daily devotional reveals that you are God’s glory on display, according to the Bible.

Daily Devotional for Women: “I Am God’s Glory on Display”

Have you ever been shamed for who you are? I have. Not only did my mother practice humiliation, guilting, and shaming on me growing up, but also I used to guilt and shame myself in my thought life to the point of addictions, which was how I coped with all the emotional pain caused by the guilt and shame imposed on me by others.

I am God’s glory on display. That’s what I know today. This devotional will examine my journey from guilty and shameful to free, liberated, and redeemed. It will reveal how I escaped from the bondages with the past and was healed by Jesus. The format of this devotional for women is “self-examination.” I pray that you’ll be moved and inspired today.

I’ll be sharing my personal story of how I discovered what God says about me and how I came to miraculously realize and wholeheartedly believe that I am God’s glory on display. It happened when I was injured, pained, broken, and at the end of my hope. 

I am God’s glory on display. To know and understand this truth took time and effort. If you are struggling and suffering right now, know that this is the season to understand what God says about you. The truth will set you free only if you know the truth about who you are in Christ. What’s the truth?

You are God’s glory on display!

I trust that sharing my own faith, healing, and growth journey, as well as my deep insecurities and spiritual breakthroughs will encourage and empower you.

My Story

To understand how important it is to learn Biblical truth, to comprehend what it actually meant to me personally, to see how and why knowing that I am God’s glory on display changed my life forever, you must first familiarize yourself with the events of my life that shaped my identity way before I met God. Before I had a personal encounter with Jesus Christ in 2014, before I every started learning what God said about my identity, I had decades of pain and suffering from abuse. Lies about who I was were embedded deeply into my subconscious mind.

Identity Shaming

I am God’s glory on display. This is my identity. I stand strong in it with confidence in this Biblical truth. But early in life, my identity was a tool used by cruel people to manipulate me with hatred. I was born out of wedlock on January 18, 1983, in Kursk, Russia, to a single mother who didn’t want to have me and she made sure I knew it growing up every day. She had severe mental health issues.

My mother regularly abused me emotionally and physically. She told me that I was worthless, stupid, ugly, unwanted, and an accident. She described to me how she went to abort me, how much she didn’t want to have me, and why there was no future for me, except as a janitor: because I was worthless and wouldn’t amount to anything in life. She consistently shared with me how much she hated me. She would look me straight in the eye and scream: “I hate you and I just want you dead!”

Here’s a video about that.

I am God’s glory on display! I’m grateful to be alive and to be a woman. But early in life, these very aspects of who I am were condemned. My mom called me a boy’s name Anton until I was 7 years old. She hated that I was born. She hated that I was a girl. My father had nothing to do with me. All I knew about him was that he was in jail.

I did have a short encounter with my father early in life, which is described in my essay called “Molested by My Father.” My maternal grandmother lived in the same condo with us and was ashamed of me because I was fatherless and born out of wedlock. She asked that I don’t call her “grandma” in front of others because it was too embarrassing.

My paternal grandmother lived just down the street but wasn’t interested in me. When she saw me on the street, she passed by without saying hi or acknowledging my existence on earth in any way. My family called me a miscarriage. I was rejected every day of my life.

I was shamed for being:

• Fatherless
• Born out of wedlock
• Too intellectual and too smart 
• Not skilled at the things my mother valued
• Not having the body my mother wanted for me
• Not being like my mother’s friends’ daughters
• Not meeting my mother’s beauty standards
• Not being who my mother wanted me to be 

I am God’s glory on display. Knowing this strengthens and empowers me every day. But I used to feel weak and hopeless. On this Christian blog for women, I share often and openly my story of the devastating life with my narcissistic mother. Regularly, I receive letters from women who say that, when they hear about my story, it’s like their personal life story, too. Women frequently feel that my mother is exactly their mother. This is how I know that my story is common.

Women talk to me about these very same behavioral patterns in their life and the impact of those damaging relational patterns on the psyche of the daughters of narcissistic mothers. I want to help women heal, and healing in my case came from knowing and accepting that I am God’s glory on display. Until you stay rooted in the false identity imposed on you by other people, you can’t heal.

I didn’t know that I am God’s glory on display but I was taught that I was worthless. Who taught me? Mainly, my mother. And this is very common for women like me. That’s why I started this blog: to share this information so that no woman has to feel lonely or hopeless. My mission is to help alleviate suicide among women globally by sharing hope in Christ. The most relevant to this devotional is my essay called “Things Narcissistic Mothers Say” sharing what I was taught about my identity. I hope that, through this content, I can comfort you with the same comfort I received from God when I was suffering (2 Corinthians 1:4).

Body Shaming

I am God’s glory on display. Knowing this, I protect my body with boundaries. I honor God with my body by living a single and celibate life, working out daily, fasting on water, and sleeping at night. My body is a temple for the Holy Spirit (1 Corinthians 6:19). But for decades, my body used to be abused and shamed.

A custom tradition for adult women in my family was to gather in one room, put me in the middle of their circle, and start criticizing my body. The goal was to humiliate me to the point of tears so that each of them could feel better about herself. That went on for years until I was strong enough to tell them off and fight them off my back physically. The entire gang was led by my mother who was sarcastic, hateful, cruel, vicious, and jealous.

READ: Body Shaming by Narcissistic Mothers

I remember my mother repeatedly saying to me: “Your laughter is ugly, don’t laugh, listen to your cousin’s laugher, it’s beautiful,” “No one loves you, there’s nothing to love about you,” “You’re worthless and a waste of my life,” “Don’t think too much of yourself, you’re not going to go far,” “The world will be a better place when you’re dead!“

The three sisters, all led by my mother, would grab my arm and go on about my lack of arm muscles predicting how my arms in the future would be fat and flabby. I was a little girl, not even 13 yet. From my eyes that didn’t look in the same direction (I have a lazy eye) and my eyebrows that were not pleasing to my mother (they aren’t thick or highly-visible) to my arms and butt… Everything about me was ugly and awkward, according to my family members’ opinions.

I was shamed for the body God gave me.

Self-Worth Shaming 

I am God’s glory on display. That is who I am. My worth comes from God and is not assigned to me by a human or a thing or an accomplishment. But early in life, my worth came from whatever my mother said about me, which was manipulative and varied day by day. My mother’s habit was to treat me with contempt and repugnance. She did everything she could to ensure I knew that I was worthless. Not only did she say this to me directly, but she proved it with her actions.

I remember her conversations with me about my friends. We’d be in the kitchen working on chores together and she’d look at me and say: “Do you think your friends really come here for you? You have nothing to offer and your friends always tell me bad things about you begging your back. The real reason why they are your friends is so they can spend time with me and eat my delicious food.”

There’s something she used to do that was torturous and deeply hidden in my memories until only a couple of years ago I was ready to process those events. ere’s what she did… My mother would force me to get on my knees and crawl like that all over our condo following her while begging her for the forgiveness of things I didn’t do. Especially she loved forcing me to do it in front of others. She took much pleasure in having me practice a life of zero self-worth. She loved telling me and showing me that I was nothing and did not matter. She was cruel and evil. I tried to commit suicide when I was 11 and 12, just to escape my mother’s unstoppable abuse. But God had a different plan for my life.

Ability Shaming 

I am God’s glory on display. My abilities are unique and anointed by God. I write inspirational poetry, create meaningful art, and each of my paintings comes with a spiritual tale, and I write Christian fairytales, too. I wrote over one million words of Bible-based content on this Christian blog. I help others by volunteering and also showing kindness to random strangers. I am an award-winning author and speaker. I graduated with high honors from multiple universities. I have many unique abilities. But they were all condemned when I was growing up, and I was diminished to incapable and handicapped by my mother. The most valuable skills for women, from my mother’s perspective, were cooking, sewing, knitting, farming, and garlanding funeral decorations. 

Today, I am an excellent cook and make versatile, healthy. colorful, and flavorful meals at home every day, except when I am water fasting or dry fasting. But growing up, cooking was done by my mother, and the few times I tried to add my two cents by helping her, I was criticized and humiliated. I was told: “Your hands are growing out of your ass, you can’t do anything!” So, there was no learning opportunity for me at home and I never cooked until my mid-twenties.

Still, I tried to please my mother and fit into her box of “able.” I took sewing classes and sewed an entire beautiful green business suit: a jacket and a skirt. It was beautiful and I was so proud of myself. It was winter, snow was everywhere, I hurried home from my final class to show my work to my mother with excitement. She criticized it to pieces and humiliated me for trying. She told me: “Look at my sewing, I’m the best! But your hands are growing out of your ass!”

I never tried again. And for not trying I was then also shamed as I was compared to my mother’s girlfriends’ daughters who apparently did a good job at sewing and cooking. My story of knitting is very similar. I created a knit I was proud of very much: a beautiful and warm winter cover. It was black with glittery buttons. I brought it home and was excited to share it with my mom. One side was a little shorter than the other. It was my first-ever knitting experience, so I thought it was excellent. My mother criticized and humiliated me and said I should never try it again. Then, I was humiliated and shamed for not being able to knit when her friends’ daughters were good at it. As fas as funeral garlanding… I never tried. I’m sure you can guess why. There was no point because nothing I tried was ever good enough for my mother.

Russian funerals are long, last three days, gather dozens or even hundreds of people, and garlands are required to decorate the casket and the grave (at least, that’s how it used to be when I was growing up there). My mother’s friend’s daughter Lena was good at it. My mother shamed me regularly by saying: “Look at aunt Luba’s Lena! She is a good girl. She is good at garlanding and makes money that way. You’ll never account to anything because your hands grow out of your ass. Shame on you! I despise you! I wish you were never born. You’re such a waste of my life!” I stopped trying. But farming was a different story…

Farming wasn’t optional. It was a must for me, and I’ve done my fair share of heavy-duty physical labor under the hot sun in rural Russia without a bathroom available or running water. Those were the times when my spine was damaged, and today, at almost 40 years old, I am reaping the consequences of that labor.

The crush of the USSR happened when I was in first grade. We’d walk in a grocery store and see only empty shelves. No food at all was available to us, except for the food we produced ourselves. So, farming was everybody’s duty. I was a skinny little fragile girl but was expected to carry a huge bag of potatoes on my back.

The weight was between 20-40 kg, which is 44-77 lb. My body was hurting. The conditions in which we worked were dry air and burning sunshine. Combined with bugs everywhere and my mother’s well-communicated dissatisfaction with everything I did, the experience was pure torture. And I was shamed plenty for being a farming failure, as well. From my mother’s perspective, I should have been able to lift more, carry more, do more, and farm more. Nothing I ever did was satisfactory, from my mother’s point of view. She let me know that I was a failure.

The Shame of Past Mistakes

I am God’s glory on display. I own my past, present, and future. My mistakes have been many but I’ve learned from them, and, through each of my mistakes, God prepared me for this ministry. But it wasn’t always so easy to disclose my past to people. In fact, I used to pretend to be maniacally happy all the time. It’s described in my essay called “The Happiness Illusion.” I’ve learned to accept God’s forgiveness for my past and make peace with it by surrendering my guilt and shame at the cross.

There are some mistakes I never made though, yet was for decades shamed and blamed for those thing I had absolutely nothing to do with, one of which was my father’s disinterest in my mother. Here’s the story of how I became “guilty.”

I grew up not even knowing my father, except what my mother and other women in my family told me about him. How did they know? My father was my mother’s youngest sister’s boyfriend.

Only bad things were communicated to me about my father. That was all I knew. Also, worth mentioning is the fact that in our home, cursing wasn’t a rare occurrence. My language is not exactly super-clean even today. I’m working on it. But growing up, profanity in my family was adopted as our own language.

When I was five years old, someone knocked on the door but no adult was available to answer. It was dark in the hallway. I was very little and alone. I opened the door. There stood a tall man with grey curly hair. He was unfriendly and appeared angry and tense.

The man told me he was my father.

I told him to f… off and shut the door.

Later, he tracked my mother, told her that I cussed him out and shut the door in his face. Ever since I became the reason why my mother was not loved by my father (that’s according to her perspective on the situation). Over the years, she brought it up and again and again, told many people in numerous stories that I compromised her love life. She shamed and blamed me for that incident for decades and never stopped. I don’t have a relationship with her anymore.

Cussing my father was a mistake. I was little and I had no discernment. I only knew what I was taught by my mother regarding who he was and how I was supposed to feel about him. I didn’t know my father. The stories my mother told me about him might not have even been true at all. I later did give him an opportunity to get to know me but he sexualized me and scared me.

When he tried to molest me, about seven years after that first incident, I told my father to f… off for good. I found him waiting for me in my dark bedroom at night as I was getting ready for bed, naked, alone, and unprotected. You might be wondering how the heck the dude even got to be in my dark bedroom at night… I’m wondering, too. My family members were “special,” indeed.

Twelve years later, my father reached out to me on social media from jail, gossiping about my mother and asking for financial support. You can already guess what I did. It was before I met Christ, so I really had the only way I knew to deal with the situation. What did I do? I told him to f… off. Overall, as I look back, it is absolutely certain that my father had no interest in my mother not because of me. Yet, I was blamed for decades for robbing my mother of her love life.

Sexual Shame

I am God’s glory on display. This is the truth I stepped into with confidence when I discovered what God says about me. I made many mistakes and gave my body away for years. I seduced married men with children. I own that fully and completely. God’s grace is sufficient for my sexual mistakes, described in detail in a series of articles about my sex addiction. But there are also mistakes I never made, for which I’ve been blamed and shamed, especially those where I was actually a victim.

When I was 19 years old, my girlfriend Anna and I were hanging out in Downtown Kursk, Russia. Two guys started pursuing us on the streets. It was dark. They were in the car. We were pedestrians. They forcefully got us in their car and took us to their condo. We were scared. We were helpless.
The guys threatened us physically. They violated us. They raped both of us.
Sometime later, my girlfriend died. The memories of her funeral had stuck with me for almost two decades. It was one of the things I had to precess through writing and weeping.

READ: The Blessing of Self-Pity

When I shared that very Summer with my mom what had happened and that I was raped, she said: “Good for you, now you have more sexual experiences than other girls. Just don’t tell anyone.” I felt stupid and worthless when she said that. Of course, I was very young and had no discernment of my own. My mom had been the biggest influence on my thinking at the time. Deep inside, I knew what she said was not right. But here was an adult, a grownup, a mother, my parent who was supposed to protect and comfort me… saying this crap to me with a straight face as if this were ancient wisdom.

I felt like my pain, my life, my dignity… none of it mattered at that moment. I felt like I didn’t matter. I settled things with those guys with the help of the police but my mother never stood up for me, even when I was raped. She portrayed me as a perpetrator in that situation, as if I were guilty and had to be ashamed of what happened to me.

For many years, I carried so much pain and anger. Yes, I was ashamed. I was angry at the guys who raped us. I was angry at myself for being out with Anna at night. I was angry at my mom for brainwashing me to believe this was my fault. I felt so much shame and guilt… I was overwhelmed with my own thoughts of self-condemnation. I was ashamed of what happened, but I was actually the victim.

I am God’s glory on display. Knowing this facilitates healing. But I used to be an addict. The experiences of my childhood – my mother’s habit of offering me porn to watch on TV and read in the book, the sexual assault I described here, the story with my three encounters with my father – all these experiences led me into the dark world of sexual addiction. It’s described in my essay called “What is a Sex Addict?”

I remember the night when the man I was sleeping with left my apartment to go back to his family. This was not the first, the second, the third, or the tenth time I was in this kind of situation. I was tired of my sex addiction. I came to the end of myself. I needed help. I wanted to be new. My life was about to change forever.

It was a beautiful apartment on the fifth floor of Flats at Perimeter Place. I had a gorgeous city view. Yet, I hated it all! I hated myself! I hated my life. I hated my habits and mindset. I hated being stuck in the vicious cycle of guilt, condemnation, and shame, which only enticed me to act more on my sex addiction symptoms. That night changed the direction of my life forever by redirecting my shame from self-condemnation toward God. I was ready to surrender and stop being my own judge and jury. I couldn’t wait till the guy left. The whole place smelled like sin.

I was a woman with no self-respect. I felt worthless. I felt powerless to change things because it wasn’t the first time the guy was leaving my home to go back to his family. I was powerless because I finally stopped believing that power came from me. I could no longer be the source of my own power. I felt empty. Sin was my lifestyle, it was my master. I was a slave to sin. I felt dirty and full of shame.

Before I tell you what happened next, I want you to know that this ministry was born out of all those experiences because ultimately they all led me to God. If you’re in a season of adversity right now, I hope this content encourages and empowers you.

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Liberation from Guilt and Shame

I am God’s glory on display. Today, I walk with God in the power of Christ. But that night, when the guy left, I felt completely powerless over my addiction and lifestyle choices. A slave to sin, here I was, hating myself and my actions. Exactly what John 8:34 says in the Bible: “… everyone who sins is a slave to sin.” In my powerlessness and helplessness, I began weeping. I fell on my knees in the dark living room with the only light coming from the outside city high-rises. I wept.

I admitted out loud that I couldn’t live like that anymore. I asked Jesus to come into my heart and change me. I prayed to be made new. I asked for a new life, a new identity, a new heart, and a new spirit. Everything changed that very night, and several months later, I was baptized in front of 3000 people at Buckhead Church. I declared to the world in my baptism video: “Sin is no longer my master!”

I am God’s glory on display.

He collected my every tear and turned them into blessings. God gave me beauty for all those ashes from my past. My pain had meaning because my life had divine meaning. Jesus died on the cross and made all things perfect and set me free from guilt and shame. He redeemed me at a high price. He gave me His Spirit of Truth and a new identity as a child of God. That’s what I learned after accepting Christ into my heart.

I was free from shame and guilt.

Jesus liberated me!

Discovering God’s Truth

I am God’s glory on display. That is why Satan started lurking around looking to devour me. Because I’m living out my story for God’s glory, the Devil made sure to target me, trap me, and try to get rid of me. I explained in great detail the entire situation in an essay called How Satan Came at Me Looking Saint. In short, I married Satan.

In 2016, I was suffering from suicidal depression while enduring narcissistic abuse in my marriage. That’s when I began my journey of finding out what God says about me. I had a burning desire down in my heart to know exactly who God says I am, and as I kept having Spirit-inspired breakthroughs regarding my own identity, my book of 52 devotionals was born to share this sacred knowledge with other women. One by one, each of the #52Devotionals came to me from the Holy Spirit, through struggle, tears, seeking, finding, exploring, dwelling, and healing, revealing to me my identity on Christ. 

I discovered that I am God’s glory on display. This was a shocker for someone like me who was brainwashed to believe all kinds of lies about herself. Many tears of healing were shed as I was gratefully accepting and learning to wear God’s truth. It’s been a journey of spiritual awakening, a process, not a short event. The information I’m sharing here brought peace and joy into my daily life.

Being God’s Glory on Display

I am God’s glory on display. It was not easy for me to step into this identity because I was so wounded. My background was why the idea of being God’s precious child, being made perfect in His image, and being His glory on display was slightly repellent to me. My mind was not at all at first receptive to the truth about my divine, eternal, royal identity as a daughter of the king of kings: God. Could I truly believe this?

Above all, you must understand that no prophecy of Scripture came about by the prophet’s own interpretation of things. For prophecy never had its origin in the human will, but prophets, though human, spoke from God as they were carried along by the Holy Spirit.

2 Peter‬ ‭1:20-21

Everything in the Bible is true. I accepted the Bible as God-breathed word. With that, I accepted what God said about me as true and accurate. I am God’s glory on display. I read numerous stories in the Bible to grasp the Gospel of Truth and to understand God’s personality and character. I wanted to figure out how He thought of me and why I was even here, on earth. I wanted to know the meaning and the purpose of my life. I began withdrawing from the world and dedicating my time, energy, effort, and attention to God and His word.

He said to me, “You are my servant, Israel, in whom I will display my splendor.”

Isaiah 49:3

Splendor means magnificence. God displays His magnificence through me when I serve Him. The thing is this: Jesus was fully God but became fully man to come here and suffer for my sins. He bled and died so I can live. When I accepted Christ into my heart, I immediately got the Spirit of power and sound mind, like Jesus.

Now, He lives through me. That is how I am God’s glory on display as long as I’m in Christ and Christ is in me living through me. I must abide in Him and surrender my own power. This happens when I die to my flesh and choose to walk in the Spirit, every single moment of every day. John 13:31-32 describes the dinner, at which Jesus appointed Judas to betray Him. Satan entered Judas, and Judas went out the door to betray Jesus. Here are the scriptures revealing what happened.

When he was gone, Jesus said: “Now the Son of Man is glorified and God is glorified in him. If God is glorified in him, God will glorify the Son in himself, and will glorify him at once.”‭‭

John 13:31-32

What Jesus was saying was that the end was coming. The son of man was Jesus on earth. He was about to be tortured and crucified, publicly shamed and humiliated (just like I also experienced), and die on the cross. See, no human suffering is unfamiliar to Jesus. That’s why when I suffer, I always remember that Jesus felt the same thing. God was about to be glorified in Him because Jesus was about to conquer death by resurrection. And God from that point on was about to see my sin through the blood of Jesus.
God sees me as blameless, pure, and as His glory on display, all thanks to the sacrifice Jesus made.

READ: Who Is Jesus?

I am like Christ. Christ lives through me. Christ is in God. I am in Christ. So, I am in God. Thinking about this blows my mind! Here’s what Simon Peter wanted us to remember about Jesus:

He received honor and glory from God the Father when the voice came to him from the Majestic Glory, saying, “This is my Son, whom I love; with him I am well pleased.”

2 Peter 1:17

God is pleased with Christ. I am in Christ and Christ is in me. We are one. That means God is pleased with me. I am also His child. Here’s what Colossians 1:27 says about this mystery, which eventually, I finally was able to understand, comprehend, and embrace.

To them God has chosen to make known among the Gentiles the glorious riches of this mystery, which is Christ in you, the hope of glory.

Colossians 1:27

Christ is in me, and everything starts with this truth. It was a life-changing breakthrough! I felt like all pieces of my life’s puzzle were coming together. I desired God more than anything. Also, I wanted to find out how to live my life in accordance with my new identity. I wanted to not just know but practice what I learned in real life, every day. I wanted to step into my new identity and stand strong. But how?

Colossians 3:17 speaks to that.

And whatever you do, whether in word or deed, do it all in the name of the Lord Jesus, giving thanks to God the Father through him.

Colossians 3:17

So, giving thanks to God for all my spiritual blessings as I live every day, being one with Christ, abiding in Him, choosing to walk in God’s Spirit and not to submit to my flesh, serving God with all my heart, mind, and intellect, sharing the Gospel, and helping God’s kingdom – that all is what makes me God’s glory on display.

At the time when those breakthroughs took place, I was heartbroken, abused, abandoned, and going through my second divorce with the narcissist in our first eight months of marriage. As I looked around, I didn’t see too many blessings. All I saw was drama and trauma. I was depressed and suicidal while my seminary-graduate-husband was cheating on me, betraying me, and divorcing me in order to pursue his addictions. Yet, I wanted to see blessings, so, I was determined to find out what those blessings were, for which I was to give thanks daily. I wanted to learn to see and recognize my blessings.

Praise for Spiritual Blessings in Christ

Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, who has blessed us in the heavenly realms with every spiritual blessing in Christ. For he chose us in him before the creation of the world to be holy and blameless in his sight. In love he predestined us for adoption to sonship through Jesus Christ, in accordance with his pleasure and will – to the praise of his glorious grace, which he has freely given us in the One he loves.

In him we have redemption through his blood, the forgiveness of sins, in accordance with the riches of God’s grace that he lavished on us. With all wisdom and understanding, he made known to us the mystery of his will according to his good pleasure, which he purposed in Christ, to be put into effect when the times reach their fulfillment—to bring unity to all things in heaven and on earth under Christ.

In him we were also chosen, having been predestined according to the plan of him who works out everything in conformity with the purpose of his will, in order that we, who were the first to put our hope in Christ, might be for the praise of his glory.

And you also were included in Christ when you heard the message of truth, the gospel of your salvation. When you believed, you were marked in him with a seal, the promised Holy Spirit, who is a deposit guaranteeing our inheritance until the redemption of those who are God’s possession – to the praise of his glory.

Ephesians 1:3-14

I had learned that I am God’s glory on display. Now, it was time to learn to see, notice, observe, understand, comprehend, accept, and appreciate God’s various blessings. Indeed, this took some practice. Why? Because we think that God’s blessings are money, happy marriages, sport cars, and healthy children who also behave well. We are clueless.

Spiritual Blessings from God

From scriptures and by spending quiet time with God intentionally, I was able to discover and explore 16 spiritual blessings from God, for which I was able to experience gratitude. To this day, I keep a gratitude journal, which is a physical notebook. Also, I have an online thanksgiving journal where I’ve been sharing my blessings with you.

One thing for sure: God’s blessings don’t always come in wrinkle-free bags of cash, seamless pregnancies, happy marriages, spotless reputation, or six-figures income. We have to look for blessings to see them. They are like colorful butterflies, enthusiastically flying everywhere after the rain, noticeable only by those who are paying attention, and gone in an instant with just a momentary distraction.

Blessings from God

1. Acceptance by God
2. His unconditional love
3. Close relationship with Jesus
4. The Holy Spirit who lives in me
5. My salvation 
6. Adoption into God’s family 
7. Victories God had already won on my behalf 
8. Forgiveness of my sins
9. God’s infinite wisdom available to me through His word
10. Protection from evil 
11. Confidence in my eternal security 
12. God’s plan for my life where He works all things for good
13. The riches of God’s glory
14. Peace that passes all understanding 
15. The joy of the Lord
16. Eternity in heaven 

I accepted all of God’s blessings.

What about you?

Do you believe that you’re God’s glory on display?

Below is a special affirmation for you.

I Am God’s Glory on Display 

I am God’s Glory on Display #52Devotionals

I am God’s, and through me He displays His glory.
This glory is mysterious, majestic, and holy.
With Christ, I've been sanctified and purified.
Through my thoughts, words, and deeds God is glorified. 

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How does it make you feel to know that you are God’s glory on display? What happens to your shame, guilt, insecurities, fears, doubts, temptations, and hurts from this moment on, given that you know the truth? Share with me in the comments below so I can cheer you on. When you share your story, you give God all the glory. Your testimony can encourage and empower someone who’s confused, lost, in pain, or even suicidal. Share in the comments how God is working in you.

Today, I help women see themselves the way God sees them. From the Bible, I discovered 52 incredibly-positive things God says about us as His daughters. Those 52 precious discoveries turned into 52 Biblical affirmations I created to encourage and empower Christian women. To help share this life-changing information with you, I created an ebook called #52Devotionals. Download it now for free. 

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• “I am Forgiven” – Devotional #1
• “I am Accepted” – Devotional #2
• “I am Loved” – Devotional #3
• “I am Healed” – Devotional #4
• “I am Blessed” – Devotional #5
• “I am Special and Chosen” – Devotional #6
• “I am Justified and Sanctified” – Devotional #7
• “I am Alive” – Devotional #8
• “I am New and Transformed” – Devotional #9
• “I am Noble and Lovely” – Devotional #10
• “I am Beautiful” – Devotional #11
• “I am Holy” – Devotional #12
• “I am Worthy” – Devotional #13
• “I am Righteous” – Devotional #14
• “I am Valuable” – Devotional #15
• “I am Anointed” – Devotional #16
• “I am Free” – Devotional #17
• “I am Renewed” – Devotional #18
• “I am Not Alone” – Devotional #19
• “I am a Princess” – Devotional #20
• “I am Fearfully and Wonderfully Made” – Devotional #21
• “I am a Disciple of Jesus” – Devotional #22
• “I am a Child of God” – Devotional #23
• “I am a Citizen of Heaven” – Devotional #24
• “I am God’s Glory on Display” – Devotional #25
• “I am God’s Masterpiece” – Devotional #26
• “I am a Difference Maker” – Devotional #27
• “I am Light” – Devotional #28
• “I am a Peacemaker” – Devotional #29
• “I am Wise” – Devotional #30
• “I am Clear and Focused” – Devotional #31
• “I am Intentional” – Devotional #32
• “I am Decisive” – Devotional #33
• “I am Powerful” – Devotional #34
• “I am Disciplined” – Devotional #35
• “I am Thoughtful” – Devotional #36
• “I am Prudent” – Devotional For #37
• “I am Confident” – Devotional #38
• “I am Courageous” – Devotional #39
• “I am Victorious” – Devotional #40
• “I am Kind” – Devotional #41
• “I am Loving” – Devotional #42
• “I am Hopeful” – Devotional #43
• “I am Joyful” – Devotional #44
• “I am Grateful” – Devotional #45
• “I am Strong” – Devotional #46
• “I am Protected” – Devotional #47
• “I am Peaceful” – Devotional #48
• “I am Patient” – Devotional #49
• “I am Faithful” – Devotional #50
• “I am Gifted” – Devotional #51
• “I am Creative” – Devotional #52