Today. I am Free.


I am in the process of dealing with a few secret sins, old ones and new ones. Actually, I am in the process of pulling up some dead roots. And now, I am looking for the good seed. I have had to tear the floor out from under me. And now, I am looking for the good Rock to lay as foundation.

In that space, that limbo, that teetering, floating, rootless, floorless space, weak speachless space, I was lifted up by an invisible gardener / builder, and He told me to stop lying and listening to lies. Re-believe the truth about those unspoken things, those vise-grip fears.

The Holy Spirit, He is a Helper. He is helping me dig way down. And now, my rocks and my seeds, as I get up and work out my faith, are the Gospel itself (Himself).

Sometimes you’ve just got to tell yourself the gospel. Sometimes we need to practice it.

I have believed lies. I built years of beliefs on wrong thinking. What is the Gospel? What is it for my secret sin? Jesus. Un-do and Re-do me. Sometimes we have to re-agree with full and free deliverance from the power and penalty of sin according to Christ’s work alone.

This is my favorite song today. Read it and long for Him.

Guide me, O Thou great Jehovah,
Pilgrim through this barren land.
I am weak, but Thou art mighty;
Hold me with Thy powerful hand.
Bread of Heaven,
Feed me till I want no more;
Bread of Heaven,
Feed me till I want no more.

Open now the crystal fountain,
Whence the healing waters flow;
Let the fiery, cloudy pillar
Lead me all my journey through.
Strong Deliverer,
Be Thou still my Strength and Shield;
Strong Deliverer,
Be Thou still my Strength and Shield.

Lord, I trust Thy mighty power,
Wondrous are Thy works of old;
Thou deliver’st Thine from thralldom,
Who for naught themselves had sold:
Thou didst conquer,
Sin, and Satan and the grave;
Thou didst conquer,
Sin, and Satan and the grave.

When I tread the verge of Jordan,
Bid my anxious fears subside;
Bear me through the swelling current,
Land me safe on Canaan’s side.
Songs of praises,
I will ever give to Thee;
songs of praises,
I will ever give to Thee.

Musing on my habitation,
Musing on my heav’nly home,
Fills my soul with holy longings:
Come, my Jesus, quickly come;
Vanity is all I see;
Lord, I long to be with Thee!
Lord, I long to be with Thee!

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4 Comments

Craig & Cindy
Reply May 11, 2008

Your writing is so beautiful!

Cindy

Craig & Cindy
Reply May 11, 2008

Your writing is so beautiful!

Cindy

Jenny
Reply May 11, 2008

"Sometimes you've just got to tell yourself the gospel. Sometimes we need to practice it." Isn't that so, so true.

Meredith
Reply May 11, 2008

We never sing that last verse at church, but isn't it exactly what I should be doing here? Musing on my heavenly home and longing for Jesus. I can't remember the last time I cried out for Jesus to come (excluding when we all had the flu).
Into your hands I commit my spirit, Redeem me, O Lord, God of truth. psalm 31:5

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