The voice
that draws me to church speaks loud some Sundays. It’s the One behind the voice
who knows my deep need to be still before Him in worship. To bring it all and
leave it at His feet.
So, I
brought the sin; the dirty, ugly reminders that still have me wiping tears… even
after all these years. They’ve silenced my praises and stolen moments of joy;
moments when I should have reminded myself that sin no longer owns me. Yet there I was
heart laid open raw and weak before the cross. Tears streaming as
the words of hymns and worship songs chased away the dark.
And then
these words…
You’ve. Already. Been. Forgiven.
Why do I do
that to myself?
Why does
anyone?
Being “born
again” means that I’ve been given a life of freedom with Christ because He, the
King of Kings, Lord of Lords, Creator of all Heaven and Earth has forgiven
me! His grace is sufficient! (2 Cor. 12:9) That sin is not mine to take
back, so why relive it? I’ve given it over to Jesus and He’s already paid the
price!
I brought
Him my hurt, too. Pain from the deepest wounds laid open raw and strong. Pain
and sadness that can’t be hidden behind strained smiles and “Oh, I’m fine.
Thank you for asking.”
Yes, that
kind of pain.
I brought it
all.
But the
tears still come.
Tears of
thankfulness for the mercy He has shown to unworthy me.
The
unexplainable love. Faithfulness. Grace.
The many,
many blessings
…graciously given to unworthy me.
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