You have become this people so that you may speak of the wonderful acts of the one who called you out of darkness into his amazing light.
31 Let ambassadors come from Egypt;
let Cush stretch out its hands to God.
Here is a devotional that blessed me recently:
It took me a long time to get over allowing other’s opinions of me to hurt. It would hurt me so much that I would cry and reconsider my worth. Growing up, I was made fun of for being smart and “talking white”. Those moments of ridicule would cause me to lose faith in myself and doubt my divine worth, even in my own Blackness. My family always reminded me that I am smart, good-looking, intelligent, and destined to succeed. My grandmother would say that I am a part of “a chosen race, a royal priesthood, a holy nation, a people who are God’s own possession;” that to be Black is to be beautiful and brilliant. But, I wouldn’t believe them, because I internalized that self-hate and related them to my existence.