Burdened with a constant fear of adding hate upon hate from my Creator, I was crushed under a pile of rubble.
Working to cleanse myself before entering His presence, I just made more to mop up.
The futility, the futility, the futility...........
Hopelessly trying to make the impossible, possible, my strength gave out.
I tried so stubbornly to pull this load. To prove something. To prove that I was strong. To prove that I could be good. To prove that I could save. To prove that I didn't need.
I'm not strong.
I'm not good.
I can't save even myself.
I need, I need, I need!
Then Christ came in with my tears and told me to rest. Rest in the tumult. Rest in the uncertainty. Rest in your position. Rest in my covering. Rest in MY cleansing. It is finished.
And Joshua fell on his face to the earth and worshiped and said to him, “What does my lord say to his servant?” And the commander of the Lord's army said to Joshua, “Take off your sandals from your feet, for the place where you are standing is holy.” And Joshua did so. Joshua 5:14-15
Peter said to him, “You shall never wash my feet.” Jesus answered him, “If I do not wash you, you have no share with me.” John 13:8 (ESV)
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I thought I had something to prove
But I can’t gain what I can’t lose
I tried to buy it with a dream
“You can’t buy me…”
The Drug That I can Never Take from Cush