Sometimes i wish i had the boldness to just talk to people about Jesus right away, to have the Word of God constantly on my lips, forever sharing this PEACE, this JOY, this amazing-ness that i constantly feeel for MY LORD. I just cant even explain everything that i have gone through the cliffs ive fell off, the holes ive dug myself into, the rocks ive been on that Jesus hasnt pulled me out away and saved me from. he has brought me such joy that i cant even explain. I want the boldness that Paul had so MUCH. I need to spend more time with the Lord alone, i need him, i need his presence. What goes in must come out right! I WANT HIM TO ALWAYS COME OUT! every conversation, i want to give thanks to him, i want to love and respect him i want to help be a light for him, i want him to work through me. Im so scared that i wont win the souls he needs me to win for his glory, im scared i wont have the confidence. I know in him i can do all things, and that he is my ROCK, my salvation. He is all i need, my beloved my bridegroom, my Lord. He will work through me.
“Paul is the most free and untouchable person I know. “We’re going to kill you.” “Yes! I’m GOING HOME!” “We’re going to let you live!” “To live is Christ” “We’re going to torture you.” “Share in Christ’s sufferings!” “We’re going to put you in prison Paul” “Ok, I’ll just convert all your prisoners and guards…”
Why was he untouchable? The Gospel."
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And I know that what He did was for me. His thoughts to me are precious, and vast.
He knew me, He knew who I was going to be; He knew my name.
Even before I had been born and came to be, even before the earth was a blob of ball in the dark space. I was there on His mind as He went through the most earth-shattering historical event that has ever happened in all of history and time, in all of the universe.
God, being like man, and dying on the cross for my sin… for me.
He fought against the very forces of hell and death to give me life. He had undergone complete and utter hell, just so I wouldn’t need to taste it. And He fought and He won—the victorious and risen King.
His hands bled and were scarred, and there was a hole in His palm where the nails had been. His body was bruised and scarred, His skin ripped open and His bones protruding.
And I never had to take any of it, not one, because He had already taken it all for me.
He took my place, He saved my life; oh, what a beautiful love, what a sweet sacrifice.
He knew me, He knew who I was going to be; He knew my name.
Even before I had been born and came to be, even before the earth was a blob of ball in the dark space. I was there on His mind as He went through the most earth-shattering historical event that has ever happened in all of history and time, in all of the universe.
God, being like man, and dying on the cross for my sin… for me.
He fought against the very forces of hell and death to give me life. He had undergone complete and utter hell, just so I wouldn’t need to taste it. And He fought and He won—the victorious and risen King.
His hands bled and were scarred, and there was a hole in His palm where the nails had been. His body was bruised and scarred, His skin ripped open and His bones protruding.
And I never had to take any of it, not one, because He had already taken it all for me.
He took my place, He saved my life; oh, what a beautiful love, what a sweet sacrifice.
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