I'm not sure I have ever really grasped what the phrase 'abundant life' actually is, actually feels, actually looks like. I'm much more at home with the phrase 'ok life,' or 'this day has really sucked life,' or 'woe is me life.' I'm far more adept at feeling sorry for myself than I am at giving thanks for really much of anything. And I totally know how to get down and stay down - and in the process drag everybody else down with me. I don't really mean to despair - but it's JUST SO MUCH EASIER in my flesh than to be joyful and grateful.
Are you with me? Or am I the only bummer around here?
This down-ness inevitably leads to self-medication. And there are many forms of slow poison we can choose.
And then there's the heart issues. What if our body is physically alive but are hearts are squeezed to death by spiritual immaturities? What if we are slowly killing ourselves, our relationships and the hearts of our loved ones with things like
My friends, there are all kinds of ways to kill what is beautiful and holy and glorious in ourselves and others. But there's only one way to live. And his name is Jesus. The problem is that we are too prideful, too apathetic and too frightened to let go our crutches and LIVE. At least I am - because I know how to limp along and keep a bandaid on the really ugly things about myself. But God's not fooled. Not one little bit. And every moment that I resist God's salvation for my dying self, every self-loathing thought and attitude, every breath that wounds another of His children - every barrier, fence, and defense that I raise to my Jesus' desire for my abudant life is choice to DIE. I pray for the strength and courage to live and love and glorify my Lord.