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The servant gets lost in the service.

Losing oneself, that’s what we’re afraid of.  Losing our identity, not being known for who we really are.  But what if there were a better way?  A way of losing that squelches any fear of not being known rightly? 

Exchanging our mediocre lives for supernatural living so that the ordinary becomes extraordinary.  Letting go of who we think we are, to embrace who God has made us to be.  Choosing to be lost in Jesus Christ.

There are a few people that come to mind when I think of “lost” servants.  Ones who are so fully given over to who God has called them to be that they care little about their earthly identity and focus wholeheartedly on Christ, no matter the call or cost.  And in that willingness to be lost of self, Christ elevates them.  Put’s their ordinary lives on public display -  and they reflect Jesus!  My Aunt Dott is one of these.  She seeks neither fame nor fortune, she simply loves Jesus wholeheartedly and is faithful to follow the inspiration of Holy Spirit.  And this sweet gentle servant, lost in the service, loves.   She is faithful with her love and service, and God has brought her front and center – reflecting the love of Father, Son and Holy Spirit in a tangible way. 

Oh, oh see, how beautiful it is to be lost…

The Trinity Medallion was inspired and entrusted to Aunt Dott
because she chooses to be lost in His service...
"Do you see the heart?
God is LOVE. 
Do you see the Cross?
Jesus died for you. 
Do you see the Dove?
Symbol of the Holy Spirit.
The circle is the symbol of


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