Reclaim your freedom (from sin)!

Even if God gave us the whole world (which He has), we couldn’t enjoy it because our sin would be in the way.

Our sin would turn us more against God in prosperity than in adversity. We are prone to reject God and suffer the consequences; we do not like what represents God apart from Him cleansing us to love the Truth.

Sin takes up so much space in my heart that where it abounds (in places of my heart that God has not already taken over) there is no room for His righteousness to blossom. Sin cripples my ability to be fruitful because it will not have any part of the Word of God.

These seeds of God’s precepts must have a good, fertile soil to be nourished in — not for the sake of the seed, but for the sake of my absorbing that good seed. But my sin my insides as hard as rock and my exterior as impenetrable as the same so that no word of God can ever go beneath the surface of me.

Yet, His Word is dynamite and His Spirit is TNT to my soul’s defenses against Him. Satan can’t even stand up against that — sin was crucified in Christ and now there’s nothing holding me back from obtaining Christ for my Master of delight.

Dying to Make Room for Him

Could there be any other way to learn to love my precious Savior without suffering in His will? If I were not pinched and picked by various things that His hand controls, if I did not learn to surrender in all things for the sake of what I cannot see, would I be what He needs me to be — a soil ready for sowing, a construction site ready for the cornerstone to be set in place?

His seeds of truth and righteousness will not grow unless they may be sown way beneath the surface. The excavation He does to get to the deepest places of my heart, are painful because He digs into flesh, and removes rocks and roots that I have wrapped myself around in comfortable companionship. But, the habitat for His precious embryos of hope must be cleared and contoured in such a way that it may be settled in place and remain upright and able to grow up and out of me.

The fruits of the Spirit cannot be plucked from other trees and shrubs around us, but cultivated from tiny seeds within our own souls. And in the hope that such Life will emerge, we die so that it might be nourished and protected, it’s life being far more important than the body that holds it.

God, give me the grace to see what you’re doing in my heart. You have bid me to die and I shall live in the fullness of Your never-ending life. You are Love and I can believe nothing less of all that You do. Help me to trust You, help me to lean on You and give You my all willingly.