Where do I begin? His love transcends our understanding and knowledge, and thus, I am so lost for words. So lost in love.
6 revivals in 3 days. I pray that each moment was not an ephemeral sensation of spiritual highs, but rather truly from the heart. It’s so easy to forget that God’s love is enough. The fact that it’s more than enough. Every time I sin, it’s another pain punctured into the crucified body of Christ. I’m not being sanctified but rather, He is being stabbed with all my broken promises, venomous words, distasteful actions, and carelessness to walk humbly as a child of God.
As my prayers were whispered in His holy presence, I told myself how unfair it is. How despite my flaws and weaknesses, I am loved. But I always forget who died for me; nailed to the cross, Christ’s body paid for my sins eternally. Such love is so vast, so immersive I’m scared I will never fathom it. Pastor Paul asked the crowd if we count our sins and after feeling ashamed and dirty, we believe we can’t be loved. I apprehensively raised my hand because his words hit my heart. In order to be more faithful, I tried to keep myself on a track so straight and narrow, but the more I stayed on it, I forgot how to count my blessings. We were never asked to feel guilty when burdened by our failures, but told to ask for forgiveness; To seek His kingdom. To take the cross daily.2 Corinthians 3: 1-6 Are we beginning to commend ourselves again? Or do we need, like some people, letters of recommendation to you or from you? 2You yourselves are our letter, written on our hearts, known and read by everybody. 3You show that you are a letter from Christ, the result of our ministry, written not with ink but with the Spirit of the living God, not on tablets of stone but on tablets of human hearts. 4Such confidence as this is ours through Christ before God. 5Not that we are competent in ourselves to claim anything for ourselves, but our competence comes from God. 6He has made us competent as ministers of a new covenant– not of the letter but of the Spirit; for the letter kills, but the Spirit gives life.