- Loving my husband. You know there are some prayers God always seems to answer when I pray them. Not the, "please, please, I really want this job" kind, but the, "Please make me humble" kind of prayer. In my marriage, I've prayed, "God please help me to love my husband how you intend him to be loved" when my own human love is limp and flat and flimsy, and I believe he has filled me with the ability to love him better--in the times when I might not really want to.
- Self-ishness. Growing up, I was so self-conscious that I didn't talk much unless safe at home with my family or close friends. And, sadly, I wasted so much time fretting in my low self-esteem that I spent far too much time thinking about myself (and my inadequacies) and far too little time doing the good things I could have been doing. Self-consciousness is crippling. But from this, God has delivered me...mostly. The instrument he chose to use was my husband. Who continually and unconditionally showers me with truth and compliments (which are hopefully the same thing). After several years, his words finally got through my thick head, and I started believing him--that I am beautiful and valuable and loved and whatnot. Now I am free to do the things God has for me, rather than worry my self-doubt and dislike like a scab while sitting on my tuckus.
- Freedom from Legalism. I don't like to think about it, but there was a time in my spiritual life in college in which I became legalistic. I don't like to think about it because I hurt others through it and, ugly of all uglies, passed it on to others in some circumstances--what an awful legacy. God redeems, and so those relationships are healed, but I think of it as a gross blackness, like tar, that sucked me down and kept me sticky and ineffectual for some time. Thank God he reached out to me and pulled me out of legalism into our true legacy--grace.
- Times of Doubt. I'm a doubter, and I'm critical by nature. I have my times of doubt off and on, and they don't worry me much, actually. But there was one specific period of time in which I began to seriously doubt and rethink my faith and everything, fueled by disillusionment and hurt I'd experienced at church. That wasn't a fun time, but God was faithful to me and brought me out on the other side a more gracious and solid believer.
Well, those are my victories of how God has been faithful and gracious and victorious for me. How has he helped you be victorious?