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I feel incredibly overwhelmed today.

Day after day I continue to feel such incredible love and blessings from God.

Lately it seems like such a blatant fog surrounding me, that I feel like I can’t even take it.

I’m speechless and brought to my knees in gratitude that He chooses to generously pour such loving kindness all over me.

Nothing huge has happened outwardly that would make you see these blessings.

I haven’t run into some unexpected money or come upon some recent good fortune.

It’s all happening on the inside, in the small day to day trinkets of quiet moments with Him.

I don’t know why He bothers with me, sometimes. Especially after a lifetime of failures.

I already know the answer, but I still can’t help but ask, “Don’t you know who I am? Don’t you remember the severe ways I have hurt you?”

He knows who I am, and he knew the ways I would hurt him long before I ever did.

He knew when I loved Him as a child, He knew when I pursued him as a youth, and He knew when I hurt Him as an adult.

Yet He didn’t hold it against me.

His grace abounded, and His forgiveness was available. He softened my hardened heart and reminded me who I am in Him.

And I continue to be blown away by the way He so generously lavishes his love on me.

I want to tell Him to stop.

I want to remind him I’m so undeserving, yet that’s exactly when He seems to reassure me and hold me tighter all the more.

I am blown away that he allows me to be intimate with Him. That I am able to draw near to His heart and be changed by His gentle guiding hand.

In spite of me.

In spite of my filth.

His forgiveness and sacrifice is greater than I can fathom, and I cannot fully grasp how deep and how wide His love runs.

He is the first person I think about when I wake up, and my last thought as my head hits the pillow each night.

You see friends, some may say following Christ is restrictive. That it compromises our own wants, dreams, or desires.

That we are confined to chains of rules and regulations.

The truth is, though, in the true fullness of Christ we are free.

He has transformed my way of thinking and given me true freedom.

That doesn’t mean it’s a license to do whatever I want. This freedom is exactly the opposite. It’s because of freedom, that I’m free from the pain and poor decisions I’ve made.

I’m no longer weighed down to my past, or a slave to what I was. I’m encapsulated in God’s righteousness and “things that lead to holiness and eternal life” (Romans 6:22).

Things aren’t a walk in the park, and life isn’t perfect. He never promised that.

However, it feels so good to know He’s here with me along the way. That I can live in Him and know he will use my path to work for my own good and the good of those who also love Him.

Sorry to drone on. However, on this day we celebrate our freedom, such as freedom of religion, I can’t help but want to cry out for the freedom I have in Christ.

Oh girls, I don’t know why He is so good to me, but I accept it and am so eternally grateful.

Happy 4th friends. More to come…


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