PURIM
Purim is a Jewish holiday typically celebrated on the 15th of the month that commemorates the deliverance of the Jewish people in the ancient Persian Empire from destruction in the wake of a plot by Haman (in the book of Esther). Two years ago I did a study on the book of Esther where we talked about this Jewish holiday & for the past two years I have found myself celebrating within my heart my very own PURIM, though mine is celebrated during this time of year. I celebrate within my soul how God has delivered me from a life of destruction.
I've made many poor decisions in my lifetime, decisions that had the Lord not intervened.... would have forever altered the course of my life. I have experienced moments when the pains of life hurt so badly, that I felt like there was no way for me to bear the load. I've hurt people and people have hurt me - hurts that cut so deeply I can still feel the scars. I've forsaken my God and have helped nail him to the cross again and again.
Yet through it all, God still loved me. He still calls me His own. He picked up my dry bones and made them live. The cuts have healed, but the scars still remain (consequences stink!). Words cannot convey my thankfulness for God's grace. Not only my thankfulness towards his grace, but my sincere appreciation for it. I've experienced it. I've lived it. I've wrapped myself in it and I have clung to it. When there was nothing else holding me together, He did. And I continue to live it. Wrap myself in it. Cling to it. It's enough.
"For I am sure that neither death nor life, nor angels nor rulers, nor things present nor things to come, nor powers, nor height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God in Christ Jesus our Lord." - Romans 8:38-39
Nope, not even me.
I've made many poor decisions in my lifetime, decisions that had the Lord not intervened.... would have forever altered the course of my life. I have experienced moments when the pains of life hurt so badly, that I felt like there was no way for me to bear the load. I've hurt people and people have hurt me - hurts that cut so deeply I can still feel the scars. I've forsaken my God and have helped nail him to the cross again and again.
Yet through it all, God still loved me. He still calls me His own. He picked up my dry bones and made them live. The cuts have healed, but the scars still remain (consequences stink!). Words cannot convey my thankfulness for God's grace. Not only my thankfulness towards his grace, but my sincere appreciation for it. I've experienced it. I've lived it. I've wrapped myself in it and I have clung to it. When there was nothing else holding me together, He did. And I continue to live it. Wrap myself in it. Cling to it. It's enough.
"For I am sure that neither death nor life, nor angels nor rulers, nor things present nor things to come, nor powers, nor height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God in Christ Jesus our Lord." - Romans 8:38-39
Nope, not even me.
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