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As the echoes of Abel’s demise lingered in the air, a realization dawned on me. My heart echoed with the words, “There is now no condemnation for those who are in Christ Jesus.” A whisper of hope amidst the turmoil.
I saw it then, as clear as the sun rising after a stormy night. The path laid out by the Spirit who gives life. The very Spirit that had set me free from the law of sin and death.
My gaze wandered to my hands, stained by disobedience. Flesh that had succumbed to temptation, weakening my resolve. But it wasn’t about what I could do or couldn’t do. It was about what God did.
In sending His own Son, He made a sin offering, and in doing so, condemned sin in the flesh. A sacrifice so profound that it could fulfill the righteous requirement of the law in us. A divine gesture that resonated with those who lived not according to the flesh but according to the Spirit.
As I dwelled on this revelation, my perspective shifted. I was no longer bound by fleshly desires but drawn towards what the Spirit desired. My mind felt liberated from the chains of sin and death, brimming with life and peace.
A harsh truth became evident: a mind governed by flesh could never submit to God’s law. It was hostile, rebellious. It didn’t have room for pleasing God.
Yet, I found solace knowing I wasn’t confined to the realm of flesh but existed in the realm of Spirit. For if indeed God’s Spirit lived within me, I belonged to Christ.
Even though my body remained subject to death because of sin, I felt a surge of life within me because of righteousness.
It wasn’t just life; it was eternal life granted by him who raised Jesus from the dead. And if his Spirit was living in me, he would give life to my mortal body too. A promise that felt like a balm on my weary soul.
The sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the blood-stained field. The echo of Abel’s life and death, of God’s mercy and judgement, hung in the air, an eternal testament to our fallibility and His grace.
The harsh realization was a bitter pill to swallow. I’d been ungrateful, a creature of greed and selfishness, failing to recognize the blessings that were strewn in my path. God had been generous, yet my insatiable desire for more had blinded me to His kindness and mercy.
It wasn’t wealth or power I craved; it was validation, acceptance, love. Yet in my futile pursuit of worldly affirmation, I’d overlooked the most profound love of all – the love of God.
I remembered the scriptures, how He gave His life so that we could stand blameless before Him. The enormity of that sacrifice hit me like a wave crashing on the shore, its impact echoing through every fiber of my being.
My relationship with God needed mending. It was not merely about believing in Him or adhering to His commandments. It was about nurturing a deep connection with Him, engaging in an ongoing dialogue filled with gratitude and reverence.
I closed my eyes and let His words wash over me, painting images of love and forgiveness in the canvas of my mind. I realized that I needed to align myself with God’s love first and foremost, understanding its depth and breadth before embarking on the journey He had laid out for me.
And so, I began talking to Him as one would converse with a dear friend – openly, honestly, without any pretense. I walked with Him in silence, feeling His presence guiding me along paths I’d once been too blind to see.
This newfound obedience was not burdensome; instead, it was liberating. Each step I took on this path drew me closer to the essence of God’s love – pure, selfless, enduring.
I understood then what it meant to walk with a loving Creator and choose the path He had for my life. It was not about subjugation but about submission borne out of love and respect.
In that quiet communion, I felt a profound change within me. The seeds of gratitude had been sown in the fertile soil of my heart, replacing the weeds of discontent and ungratefulness. I began to appreciate God’s gifts, both big and small, and thanked Him for His endless mercy.
I was not the same person I’d been. The transformation was subtle yet profound. I felt lighter, unburdened by worldly desires, my heart brimming with gratitude and love for my Creator.
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