clean. worthy. redeemed.
We find ourselves rushing around from one act of temporary fulfillment to the next.
Moving through this existence as if this moment only impacts the here and now.
The impact of this is continual heartache, necessary numbing of the pain of the nothingness we've made ourselves into, and continually looking into the mirror, utterly confused as to who we're looking at, and how did that person get to this place.
Can you resonate?
Let's go deeper.
Those eyes staring back at you in the mirror peer into your soul and challenge you on the segregated, compartmentalized life you've been dwelling within and have created for yourself.
Those eyes staring back at you in the mirror can see who you once were, and who you were created to be.
You try to numb and avoid this truth by looking at your phone, but it's an empty notification bar.
You've pushed everyone away, because no one knows who you are anymore.
You find yourself shrinking.
It's only in the moments you're alone that your great and mighty life comes crumbling down.
You attempt to resist by advocating for your actions.
You attempt to resist by saying that your selfish, mean heart is justified, because people don't know what you've been through.
You attempt to resist by placing the blame on everyone else for writing this story that is selfish, individualized, and sin-stained.
However, in this moment, Truth is rushing into your bathroom like a tidal wave.
The papers of this story you've written are scattered everywhere and so you scramble to try and pick them up, and as the waters recede, you see two images; an empty cross, and an empty tomb.
As you pick up this scattered story you've written, the pages are red with blood.
What is this?
Because, you thought God had bailed ship long ago.
Then, this image of the empty tomb penetrates the confusion that has seemingly overtaken your life.
"You were made for reconciliation."
You were made for reconciliation? You cry out, "How can this life ever be reconciled?" Then, the pages you hold that are stained with blood are made white as snow. There are some empty pages now in your hands.
What is this?
This is God taking your selfish, individualized, sin-stained story and saying, "I have something so much greater. Won't you let me write this story now?"
For you see, God is the greatest composer of all time.
A symphony of thousands couldn't overpower the beauty that is His heart beckoning you in.
His heart that calls you and makes you clean.
His heart that calls you and makes you worthy.
His heart that calls you and makes you redeemed.
Moving through this existence as if this moment only impacts the here and now.
The impact of this is continual heartache, necessary numbing of the pain of the nothingness we've made ourselves into, and continually looking into the mirror, utterly confused as to who we're looking at, and how did that person get to this place.
Can you resonate?
Let's go deeper.
Those eyes staring back at you in the mirror peer into your soul and challenge you on the segregated, compartmentalized life you've been dwelling within and have created for yourself.
Those eyes staring back at you in the mirror can see who you once were, and who you were created to be.
You try to numb and avoid this truth by looking at your phone, but it's an empty notification bar.
You've pushed everyone away, because no one knows who you are anymore.
You find yourself shrinking.
It's only in the moments you're alone that your great and mighty life comes crumbling down.
You attempt to resist by advocating for your actions.
You attempt to resist by saying that your selfish, mean heart is justified, because people don't know what you've been through.
You attempt to resist by placing the blame on everyone else for writing this story that is selfish, individualized, and sin-stained.
However, in this moment, Truth is rushing into your bathroom like a tidal wave.
The papers of this story you've written are scattered everywhere and so you scramble to try and pick them up, and as the waters recede, you see two images; an empty cross, and an empty tomb.
As you pick up this scattered story you've written, the pages are red with blood.
What is this?
Because, you thought God had bailed ship long ago.
Then, this image of the empty tomb penetrates the confusion that has seemingly overtaken your life.
"You were made for reconciliation."
You were made for reconciliation? You cry out, "How can this life ever be reconciled?" Then, the pages you hold that are stained with blood are made white as snow. There are some empty pages now in your hands.
What is this?
This is God taking your selfish, individualized, sin-stained story and saying, "I have something so much greater. Won't you let me write this story now?"
For you see, God is the greatest composer of all time.
A symphony of thousands couldn't overpower the beauty that is His heart beckoning you in.
His heart that calls you and makes you clean.
His heart that calls you and makes you worthy.
His heart that calls you and makes you redeemed.
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