About a month ago, a friend shared with me what God has been teaching her lately, what the lessons she had been learning all had in common. She wrote: 'ever since [. . .] I've been learning to practice living the revelation that I had - that there is freedom in the gospel'.
Freedom. The concept is so central to accepting who God is and who we are in relation to Him; it is central to understanding what it is exactly that He did on that cross.
Yet it is so foreign to me.
And I am having a lot of trouble this with lately. Struggling and grappling, I am bound by so many things. The hard part about being a '6' is all the guilt that ensues each day. Doing the wrong things, saying the wrong things, no matter how hard you try to the contrary. And in those moments you are so embarrassed and ashamed that you wish you could disappear for a little while, not to be seen or heard, not to break any more glasses.
But as foreign as this concept is, I must know that it is real. It is real because that is the message revealed in the Word. So no matter how much it hurts, I am going to choose to know that it is real tonight. Because that freedom is what is going to set all of us free; it is what is going to give all of us second chances, and impart the belief that there can be second chances, that there is - in a word that means so much - grace.
A million miles to go. And God has His work cut out for Him.
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