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Abundant Life

"You were dead because of your sins and because your sinful nature was not yet cut away. Then God made you alive with Christ, for he forgave all our sins. He canceled the record of the charges against us and took it away by nailing it to the cross."
Colossians 2:13-14

Death. Life. Two opposite sides of the spectrum. 

One gives, one takes away. 

One an ending, the other a beginning.

Our greatest ambition: to live.

Our biggest fear: to die. 

How do we feel about both of these on any given day? 

Some days I feel dead inside. Numb. Purposeless. Just going through the motions.

Other days, I feel full of life. Overwhelmed. Purposeful. Overflowing with joy.

The difference?

JESUS.

Every morning I wake up, and my selfish, prideful nature fights so fiercely to take control.

No matter how hard I try, in my own power, I can't seem to overcome it.

I can go weeks without reaching out to God, even though I know He's right there waiting. I feel Him calling me and I ignore it. 

I say I want life. I know that He can give it... and most abundantly.

And yet ...

I choose death daily.

But no matter how many times I reject the life Christ offers me, He still forgives.

And when I finally decide to die to self ...

... I'm free to live in Him.

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