Resurrection

I turned off my phone. Logged out, logged off.  Determined to stand alone, before God.  Without sharing before hearing and receiving what He has for me.  In this day.  Moment.  Time.


Resurrection. Death.  This is a week of meditation. Without that great gift...I would be...nothing.  I was...nothing.  


Before Him, there was nothing.  I was nobody.  And knew it.  My brokenness was all consuming.  My words were all hatred.  All anger.  And I was at the end.  Death overcame my heart and mind.    Agony inside. Turned to anguish without.  Destruction of relationship. Denial of love.  


I am sure that if He had not intervened, I would not be alive today.  The constant pain of life would have caused me to take mine in search of freedom.


Freedom came.  The day I walked forward.  I didn't understand what was happening.  But when the pastor said come, I went.  I had to.  And the tears and the renewal were the beginning.  Pride didn't understand that this was no re-dedication.  This was re-birth.


Time taught me.  The word of God has healed me, body, mind and soul.  And in joy and peace I live in this resurrected soul.


"My old self has been crucified with Christ.  It is no longer I who live, but Christ lives in me.  So I live in this earthly body by trusting in the Son of God, who loved me and gave Himself for me." Galations 2:20 NLT