Not mine.

Honestly, I never through I'll have to struggle so much. Ever since I have a life, things are hard to do. Hard to find time to spend with the Creator. And heck, I'm struggling in so many areas. But then, this life is not mine to live. This life of 'mine' had been bought with a price, it had been ransomed by the blood of an innocent man. It had caused the death of the Son of Man. And through that death, I am no longer a slave to sin, but I am, (or supposed to be) a slave to righteousness. Through the death of Christ, we are set free. 

You would owe your life to someone who had convinced you not to end your life. Wouldn't you owe so so so much more to someone who had saved your whole eternity? But yet, we go on, sinning and doing things that is not pleasing to God. Yet, we still live as if Christ is not coming again. We still live as though God hadn't shown His grace and His mercy upon our lives. We are ignorant to the fact that every waking moment of our lives is a part of God's grace and God's mercy. 

Christ's walk into Jerusalem, His last supper with His disciples, His fervent prayer in Gethsemane, His walk to Calvary, His cry of forgiveness of behalf of us. What does all that mean to us? Or does it even mean anything that Christ had died? What does the cross mean? How does that death of Christ effect us? It effects us more that we know. Because our whole lives should be about Christ death, His resurrection. God's wrath, but also God's mercy and God's love. 

Lord, I need your strength, your wisdom. 

Hannah