Death to life: Romans 6-8
Did we ever think of death when we were children? I didn't. But as we grow, isn't each day we leave behind actually a silent death? Don't we die each day to that which we hold dear? Do I still have my babies, my children? They are gone to me, hidden in grown-up bodies. Another life. New life. We must die to the old and behold the new. It happens every morning if we let it.
Do we grieve for the losses? Sometime, but would I always want to keep them bound up in childhood? Still, death comes day be day. Jesus said He overcame death. Death is always a companion. But so is new life. Out of death comes new life, day by day. Death is swallowed up in life.
Each day, the old is gone, behold the new! Sometimes the new day feels like death. In each new day, I have already started the death process. Yea, though I walk through the valley of death, I will fear no evil. Thy rod and Thy staff, they comfort me.
It is the way it's supposed to be. This road leads home. The precious bumpy road is the only way home to Father. I shed my old skin every step of the way. "I am the way, the truth, and the life." Yahweh is my Shepherd..
I lack nothing.. In meadows of green grass, He lets me lie. To waters of repose, He leads me. There He revives my soul. He guides me by paths of virtue for His names sake. Though I pass through a gloomy valley, I fear no evil. Beside me, Your rod and staff are there to hearten me.
You prepare a table before me, under the eyes of my enemies. You anoint my head with oil. My cup brims over. Oh, how goodness and kindness pursue me, every day of my life.
My home, the house of Yahweh, as long as I live ..eternally. The old is gone, behold the new. Thank You, Jesus. Thank You, my God!
In His love, a work is progress
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