We Are Not Our Own

Unrelenting. Unchanging. Unbelievable. Unprecedented. Unending. Undoable.

This is only a fragment of the love that encapsulates Who He is. True love means sacrifice. True love means dying to self. True love means grace always wins. It means forgiveness is life. It means love is the answer to all things, not the last resort. Love is who Jesus is. And guess what? Jesus made it so that we could experience that love first hand, every day, every moment, with every breath that we breathe. He made it so that He could be our friend. Our confidante. Our stronghold when everything else is unsure. Our hope in a world where hope doesn’t exist. He made a way for our pain to become something beautiful. He made a way for us to walk among ruin and sadness in a land of nothing but lost darkness, carrying within us the only source of true life that there is. Carrying within us the trinity. The way, the truth and the life. The picture of grace upon a cross. The ever-flowing streams of mercy that make it so that death holds no power.

We have this beautiful life being offered to us. Not an easy life, nor a painless life. But a beautiful life where love exists in such a way that hearts can truly beat the way they were supposed to. A life where suffering will surely come, but enrichment and community with His spirit with surely come also.

Yet so often we only allow ourselves to have a tiny taste and then we move on. “And the ones on the rock are those who, when they hear the word, receive it with joy. But these have no root; they believe for a while, and in time of testing fall away.”(Luke 8:13). We have gotten so twisted up in our sin nature that, somehow, this worlds pleasures which promise only pain and heartache seem so much more appealing to us than the heavenly pleasures that come from knowing Jesus Christ which promises a joy that cannot be shaken–a love that triumphs over all death. We pick the dirt over the diamond. Slums over a mansion. Pain over comfort. Homelessness over an eternal home. Its completely backward. We have only ourselves to blame.

I am not pointing any fingers. I myself wandered every possible path outside of Jesus before I finally stopped running. I chose hate over love daily. I am not making any judgements.

I have just come to realize more and more lately how upside down our world is. How each and every one of us is in such deep need of the cross, yet we run into the menacing arms of this world instead. How we choose to allow our hearts to feel all kinds of pain, yet we simply cannot let them feel love. We are threatened by comfort. Terrified of healing.

We must stop doing this. We must stop only allowing ourselves only a tiny taste and then running full speed in the opposite direction. We need to believe in Jesus. And I mean truly believe in Him. “Let not your hearts be troubled. Believe in God; believe also in Me.” (John 14:1)

We need to believe in Him to the point that we realize that we are fully His. We are fully covered in His grace. His protection. His hope. “I have been crucified with Christ; and it is no longer I who live, but Christ lives in me; and the life which I now live in the flesh I live by faith in the Son of God, who loved me and gave Himself up for me.” (Galatians 2:20) And we need to start living like it.

We are not our own. We were made to be with Him.

Fall into His grace today. Let go of all the other things that you believe will bring you happiness. Breathe in His love. Breathe out the pain of yesterday. For with Jesus, each day is new. And His joy always comes in the morning.

{Day 69}

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