Depending on an everyday Savior.
I've read the story.
I know how it ends.
Even my own story.
Though I am currently full of unanswered questions, I know how it ends. Maybe not the time nor the place, nor do I know how long it will take. But I know where I end up.
In Heaven, with Jesus.
That's the wonderful thing about having a Savior. His perfection and sacrifice allow me to be there, with Him. One day, when the time is right.
What I failed to realize, when we first started this relationship, was that He doesn't simply standby until the end. He is not like the Angel of Death, waiting to whisk me away when he gets the text that says it's time for me to go.
He is my Savior, and He saves me every single day.
He saves me from doubt.
By keeping my focus on eternity, He saves me from poor choices.
He saves my relationships.
He rescues me from my own sometimes foolish plans for my life.
He builds bridges to free me from isolation.
He shields me from dangers I am not even aware of, at times.
And when I find myself in the midst of trials that drop me to my knees, He meets me there. Not to take the trials away, but to walk with me through them.
He spurs me on, even on days that I feel worthless.
The simple truth is that everywhere I look, I see signs of The Destroyer. I sense his footprints on the hearts of my family and friends. I hear him on the prowl, nearby, hoping to catch one of us alone. Because by devouring one of us, he knows he can get to the rest of us.
The truth is that not only did Jesus love me enough to pave the way for me to get to Heaven, in the future, He loved me enough to bless me with a fulfilling life in the right now.
He loves me enough to save me, each and every day.
And the truth is that there would be no me without Him.
Now that's what I call a Savior. An everyday Savior.
John 10:10 The thief comes only to steal and kill and destroy; I have come that they may have life, and have it to the fullest.
I know how it ends.
Even my own story.
Though I am currently full of unanswered questions, I know how it ends. Maybe not the time nor the place, nor do I know how long it will take. But I know where I end up.
In Heaven, with Jesus.
That's the wonderful thing about having a Savior. His perfection and sacrifice allow me to be there, with Him. One day, when the time is right.
What I failed to realize, when we first started this relationship, was that He doesn't simply standby until the end. He is not like the Angel of Death, waiting to whisk me away when he gets the text that says it's time for me to go.
He is my Savior, and He saves me every single day.
He saves me from doubt.
By keeping my focus on eternity, He saves me from poor choices.
He saves my relationships.
He rescues me from my own sometimes foolish plans for my life.
He builds bridges to free me from isolation.
He shields me from dangers I am not even aware of, at times.
And when I find myself in the midst of trials that drop me to my knees, He meets me there. Not to take the trials away, but to walk with me through them.
He spurs me on, even on days that I feel worthless.
The simple truth is that everywhere I look, I see signs of The Destroyer. I sense his footprints on the hearts of my family and friends. I hear him on the prowl, nearby, hoping to catch one of us alone. Because by devouring one of us, he knows he can get to the rest of us.
The truth is that not only did Jesus love me enough to pave the way for me to get to Heaven, in the future, He loved me enough to bless me with a fulfilling life in the right now.
He loves me enough to save me, each and every day.
And the truth is that there would be no me without Him.
Now that's what I call a Savior. An everyday Savior.
John 10:10 The thief comes only to steal and kill and destroy; I have come that they may have life, and have it to the fullest.
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