I am saved.

May I be serious for a moment? 

Last night during Bible study at our church, I was again reminded of the wonderful, glorious gospel.

I cannot even fathom how God can love someone such as I - a sinner that, before Christ, was happy in her sin, and on a path leading to certain and complete destruction.  I cannot even begin to understand that, because of God’s amazing grace and the price that Jesus paid on that cross, I am saved.  How can I even begin to describe what God has done for me?  

Sin no longer holds complete power over my life.  The penalty has been paid for.

I am saved.  That is all.

All glory be to God. 

It's the eve of my 18th birthday, and my feelings are bittersweet.  

On the one sense, it's exciting.  It's the big "eighteen" and all, and when compared to seventeen, it sounds so much older.  I know it's just another day that will go by, but for me, it signifies another year that has passed in my life.  Another year that I've spent miserably failing in my sin, and yet, hopefully also a year that has grown my understanding of the Lord.  Of His love and mercy, of His amazing grace, and of His vast glory and power.

It also means another year that I get closer to heaven.

I don't write about this often, but it's something that is on my mind a lot.  Every day that goes by, every hour spent, brings me closer to the day when I'll meet Jesus.  And honestly, that thought used to terrify me.  It still does sometimes, but I think it's more fear of the unknown than anything.  A few months ago, I would constantly wrestle with the fact that I wasn't worthy to live in God's place.  That I spent too much time wasting my life on things which don't really matter at all, and that sin was all too often my master.  And trust me, I still have to struggle with these kind of things every day - in fact, my own sin overwhelms me and the hardest person that I have to, and ever will, deal with...is myself.

But I'm comforted when I read Proverbs, or my pastor talks about sanctification - for I know that the Lord tests me and brings me to my knees for a reason.  "For the Lord reproves him whom he loves, as a father the son in who he delights" (Proverbs 3:12).

Still, I don't know why God chose me to be His child - why He would want someone like me to share eternity with.  But oh, I can't wait for the day!  Where there will be no more struggles with sin, no more suffering, no more sorrow...just rejoicing and singing and praising, and basking of the love of my Savior.  But until then, I'm to use my time for the Lord.  All of it.  For man's chief end is to, "glorify God, and enjoy Him forever" (Westminster Shorter Catechism).

In a way, this is kind of something dark to think about - but we honestly take for granted how little time we truly have.  If I think these past few years have flown by, I can't imagine what the next ten, twenty, and so on years will feel like.

And so that's why eighteen feels old to me.  But yet, at the same time, it also sounds really, really young.

I see where I'm at now, and then I see where I need to be...and I sometimes just weep.  I have so much I need to learn, so much I have to do, so much I have to grow.  The term "barely scratched the surface" doesn't even cover it - it's more like "barely even, hardly, maybe slightly sniffed the surface" of what I could learn from God's word.

But, at the same time, this is actually really exciting.  Because I'm saved and because I'm a child of God, I can go read His word...and learn.  I can go discover the truths taught in the Bible.   I can go gain the "wisdom and understanding" that is always talked about all through Proverbs.  And because I'm so young?  I have that many more years, Lord willing, to do it.

And so, on the eve of my eighteenth birthday, this is what I think about.  I don't know why, but I do know this - "the Lord has made everything for its purpose" (Proverbs 16:4).  John Piper says it well:

"Your life is in God’s hands and hangs by a thread of sovereign grace. God owns every soul. He made us and we belong to him by virtue of his being our Creator. He can give and take life as he pleases according to his infinite wisdom, and he never does anyone any wrong. He created human life, and he decides what human life is for... 

So if you ask me tonight, All right, tell us then, what is the unwasted life? What does it look like? What is the essence of the unwasted life? I just mentioned it: A life that puts the infinite value of Christ on display for the world to see. The passion of the unwasted life is to joyfully display the supreme excellence of Christ by the way we live. Life is given to us so that we can use it to make much of Christ...

The great passion of the unwasted life is to magnify Christ. Here is the text that, perhaps more than any other, governs what life is really about: Philippians 1:20-21. Paul says, 'It is my eager expectation and hope that I will not be at all ashamed, but that with full courage now as always Christ will be honored in my body, whether by life or by death...'

So I ask all of you now, are you going to throw your life away with the rest of the world by striving to minimize your suffering and maximize your comforts in this life? Are you going to work for the bread that perishes? Build bigger barns? Lay up treasures on earth? Strive for the praise of man? 

Or will you see in Christ crucified and risen, bearing the sins of his people—will you see in this God-Man the all-satisfying treasure of your life? Will you say with Paul, 'To live is Christ and to die is gain . . . I count everything as loss for the surpassing worth of knowing Christ Jesus my Lord'?"

God bless,
~Kristin

3,972 Ways To Be Holy

This past week or so I've been working on a Bible in 90 days plan.  I've always wanted to do it, but for some reason or another I would fall off the boat and get so terribly behind that I would stop the plan and go back to just studying what we studied in church.  But I finally just decided to do it.  Not so that I could say I read "the Bible in 90 Days," but so that I could begin to look at the Bible as a whole book.  So that I could catch a snippet of the message behind the whole Bible.

Now, this isn't for everyone because it definitely is challenging.  And I'm saying this honestly - it has been challenging for me.  But in a very good way.  :)  Anyway, so I've been reading through Leviticus this week and I wanted to share a few things I've learned.

Now, if you've read Leviticus for any length of time, you might notice something - it's filled with details.

And not all of them are, shall we say, necessarily pleasant.  :)

There are many, many, chapters telling the people of Israel specific ways to sacrifice specific animals for specific sins.  Details about when the people could be called clean or unclean, and about which certain part of the goat/lamb/bird the priests should eat and which should be burned as an offering for God.  Because of all these directions and details, Leviticus could be hard to read...especially if you read early in the morning. ;)  And at first, I found it hard to see how this could apply to me today.  

But I realized, there is a reason.  We don't have to go out and sacrifice as the Israelites did, we can come to God anytime...and all because of Jesus.  His death on the cross WAS the ultimate sacrifice that wiped away all of our sin, and now gives us the ability to kneel at God's feet knowing that we will be heard.

But even besides that, there was recurring message throughout all of Leviticus that I had never caught before.  This verse really jumped out at me:

"You shall be holy to me, for I the Lord am holy and have separated you from the peoples, that you should be mine."-Leviticus 20:26

God is a holy God.  And so in order for the people to come to Him, they had to be holy as well.  He wanted the people to come to Him - to fellowship with Him - and so He provided ways for them to do that.  Not only did God care for the holiness of His people, but He also cared for their health too.  Many  times His instructions were to prevent His people from getting sick or wrought with disease, or to prevent sickness from spreading.  And so, no matter how tedious it probably was to write out all those commands...

...(or how tedious it may be to read some of those commands)... ;)

...the conclusion is that God cares about the holiness of His people.  He wants us to become more like Him so that we may have greater fellowship with Him.  That's why He gave us the Holy Spirit, to convict us of our sins, encourage us, and lead us to Him.

"You shall follow my rules and keep my statutes and walk in them. I am the Lord your God. You shall therefore keep my statutes and my rules; if a person does them, he shall live by them: I am the Lord."-Leviticus 18:4-5

I'm so truly excited to see what God shows me as I go through His word.   :)

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To Love...Genuinely.

“Let love be genuine."-Romans 12:9

Genuine.  Let love be genuine.

So many times I’ll love selfishly - only doing something that seems kind or good, because it will benefit me.  I’ll only want to love someone, truly love them, if they’ll give me love in return.  Or, I’ll not truly love someone because it’s too hard to.  They’re too hard to love, I’ll tell myself.  But really, I’m pretty hard to love myself. 

If I truly loved as Christ loves us, then my whole outlook would change.  Instead of worrying about random this or random that while talking to someone, I’d switch from talking to listening - with both ears.  I’d ask about their week, I’d be sincere, I’d cry when they cried and laughed when they laughed.  I’d love them, truly, completely - genuinely.  

It means I’d pray for them constantly.  It means that I would ask them about their faith, their Bible time, their relationship with God.  With God’s help, I’d encourage them - pointing them towards Him.  I wouldn’t compare, wouldn’t judge, wouldn’t be too harsh.  I’d love them as Christ loves us - completely.  I’d forgive instantly and never hold grudges.  I’d “bear their burdens" with them.  I’d show them I was there for them - that God was there for them.  

I wouldn’t be fearful, or nervous, because my goal would not be “how does this make me look?", but "how does this look to God?"

With God’s help I can.  And it’s because He loves me, that I can love them.  Perfectly, completely, fully, trustingly, wholly…

…genuinely.  

Growing

It’s so weird this growing up thing.  

I remember when I was young that I always talked about being big and getting older and how such-and-such age was soooo old and how I’d be so wise. 

But really, I remember as a young girl thinking, “when I’m older, everything will become so much simpler."  In fact, I had my whole life planned out: it was all so simple in my mind.  Hey, seven-year olds totally have a realistic view on the world, the future, and everything in-between, right?

I’m curious though, why does it seem to be so hard?  Is it because I can’t plan every little detail down to every little moment of every little day?  Is it because life is just crazy and unpredictable?

Or is it because of me?  

It seems like every second I have to fight against my flesh and my sin and my desires in order to just live.  I can’t just conquer one sin, then move onto the next, conquer that one, and keep conquering until I’m almost perfect.  I can’t be perfect of course, only Jesus can be.  

Only Jesus can be.  Hmm. 

I didn’t expect to lose my Papaw at sixteen.  I didn’t expect to start college at sixteen.  I didn’t expect to feel overwhelmed with the simple everyday actions and things that come and go.  I didn’t expect to feel lost and lonely and sad and hurt and torn.  Those feelings were for other people, right?  Or for all those people in the movies?  But of course, that was always deceptive…it almost always turned out right.  And sometimes, you even knew the end before the story was even close to being over.  

So then why can’t I see my own story?  Why can’t I just see and remember and know that GOD IS IN CONTROL.  And that I’m not.  This knowledge just keeps getting stuck up in my brain - just sitting tight until I remember that one random day that, oh yeah!, He’s in control.  But why can’t I just know all the time?  So many times questions like these just swirl around and around in my head.  I long for peace, but I’m too selfish to accept it from the One who gives it.  Why? Why…WHY!

I feel old.  Even if not physically, mentally I feel forty years older than I really am.  But yet, I also feel terribly young: young in faith, and young in character.

I need God’s help so often.  And I need His help to ask for His help.  That seems so ironic, but yet, if I didn’t have His help to ask for His help, I’d rely on MY help to get me through my life.  And that won’t work.  Only Him.  Only God. 

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