Broken. The word that describes all of us. We weren’t made for sin, but we chose it. We live in it. We see it every day of our lives. And we are constantly dragged into its deceitfulness. But those in Christ have something that takes that brokenness and binds it to perfection.
The Lord has been teaching me more about the human nature and its brokenness. He has been revealing my inner heart to me and showing me how separated I would be from Him without Jesus. Because for too long I’ve allowed myself to think “I’m okay” or that I’m not the worst. But the Lord is teaching me that no sin is too small. Every single sin breaks the heart of God. Because He loves us.
As He reveals myself to me, it is painful to see and heavy to bear. I begin to grasp how great the separation between myself and my Lord really is. His holiness is too great to fathom. The thought of His greatness is too heavy to carry. He is that good.
And now the Gospel is so much more precious and beautiful. It is not simply what saves me, but my life is wrapped around it, clinging to this hope.
Because as I see sin and what it really is, this Gospel is so much greater. Not that it was ever anything less, but He has simply unveiled my eyes.
He sent His Son to die so that we could live. What kind of love is this? One that is too awesome for us to understand. But it is real.
While I will never be worthy enough to receive this gift, it has been given to me. Placed within my reach, simply waiting for me to accept it. All I had to do was reach out and grab it, and the moment I did, He saved me. Not because of anything I’ve done, but because of this Gospel. Because of Him.
I pray that every single day I will fall head over heals in love with Jesus. Not because I’m going through the “motions” or because things are going my way, but because each day He becomes GREATER and I become less.
He must become greater; I must become less.