It has been nagging me. Like every time I take a bite or sip of some sweet concoction there is that little voice that has been increasingly louder. Don’t eat it. DON’T eat it. DON’T EAT IT. DON’T EAT IT!!! I have done this before. Then excuses pop up about why it is okay for me to have something sweet. I deserve it. I am stressed. But it is a birthday party. It would be rude to skip the cake. It is Christmas. It is Thanksgiving. It is Easter I am on vacation. A baby shower. A wedding shower. It…
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The imprint of the Creator becoming evident on the heart of the created.
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But this work gives me perspective.
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It is just really good news and I really want you to have it.
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He lifted all of the wrath of God off me and placed it on Himself.
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My head nods heavy. It feels like it could fall off my shoulders. I struggle to keep my eyes open. I feel a dark covering attempting to drape my eyes of all light. I can’t focus my vision. My brain is wanting to shut down. My head bobs and jerks. How embarrassing when you are sitting in church! Have you ever been there? Be honest. I know you have done that head jerk thing where you felt like the whole congregation saw you when you bit your lip as you violently pulled your head back upright, blinking eyes hard and…
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I want to fuel my day reaching for God. Settling into His rhythm. Allowing Him to be the sustainer of my energy. Not replacing His perfect provision for an incapable substitute.
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Claiming the Cross completed my conversion.
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He lovingly holds out His hand and offers to pull us up out of the mud and muck.
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Thankful He allows me to find that tunnel out from under all my wrongs and brings me to the foot of the cross.