Skip to main content

Altered

I am prideful. I am a gossip; overly opinionated. I fail others everyday. I look to things and not to Him. I am disrespectful and not always submissive. Yet, He loves me.

"But God had mercy on me so that Christ Jesus could use me as a prime example of his great patience with me even the worst of sinners. Then others will realize that they too can believe in Him and receive eternal life." 1 Timothy 1:16

1 Timothy 1:16 is typically not the verse that is presented when someone is coming to salvation. However, I feel this verse encompasses everything we believe. I am reading a book that touched on salvation. The author discusses how the church (if I may be so bold) has, in a way, missed the boat on salvation. No where in the Bible do we read the sinners prayer. There is also no verbiage in the good Book about accepting Jesus into our hearts. While I believe these tools help those who do not know Jesus and give them an opportunity to come to Him, I think our salvation is so much more than words we say. Salvation, to me, is living a life altered.

An altered life is not a perfected life (thank the good Lord). A life altered is one filled with mercy and grace not excuses and justifications. It is the ability to look at the reflection and asking God to reveal to you the things that are not of Him. It's sitting in a sermon and applying the message to ourselves instead of thinking about all the people who needed to hear that message. It's loving Him more than this life desiring heavenly and not worldly things. It's reflecting Jesus without saying a word.

Living a life altered for Him is a difficult task in this fallen world. Often times we are too busy trying to do as well as the next guy that we don't see the beauty of how God wants to use us. We are so convinced in our own knowledge we miss the Lecturer. I am trying too hard to understand Him than to know Him. I am more concerned with my feeble sketches of God than I am with God Himself. Living an altered life is not about asking Jesus into our hearts or repeating the sinners prayer. It has everything to do with the sacrifice.


"God saved you by his grace when you believed. And you can't take credit for this; it is a gift from God." Ephesians 2:8 (NTL)

Love & Blessings,
Meg

Comments

Maria said…
I. Love. You.!!!!

Popular posts from this blog

Holy Holy

I can't stop singing, "Holy, holy, holy is the Lord Almighty." Scott and I went to the "big" ultrasound today where we tested to see if our baby had Down's, one of the Trisomy disorders, or any neural tube defects. I must admit the palms were a little sweaty and the heart was racing a bit. As surreal as this pregnancy is, I don't want anything to be wrong with this precious life inside of me. Well, holy is right. The Lord is not just good; He is awesome! Our little baby instantly began moving and grooving for us showing off fingers and toes and a great heart beat! Even though I am on my third, watching the miracle of life on that screen NEVER gets old! It truly blows my mind every time I get to see our precious angels developing inside of me! The scan came out wonderfully. We got all positives on all the scans the doctor (who was absolutely INCREDIBLE) could do. Now we just wait for some blood work to confirm that everything is okay with our little boy. ...

The Cup

I walked into the kitchen and spotted a blue solo cup on the counter. The following conversation played out in my head: "Whose cup is this? Which kid took out yet another cup? Didn't I ask them to stop getting a new cup every time they needed a drink? What is wrong with these people? They obviously don't ever listen to me." In the midst of my frustration, I realized the cup was mine. Oopsies. Good thing I didn't speak those words aloud. I went on with my life and my to-do list leaving MY cup right where I found it. I am the grown-up and can leave my cup where ever my grown-up heart desires. I came back into the kitchen a little while later and saw the cup again. I completely forgot the cup was mine so I rehashed the above conversation in my head. I was baffled by who left that cup on the counter. And then I remembered it was me. Again. Y'all, I did this two more times throughout the night. It was like Groundhog's Day but I was the only one celebrat...

Baby on the Floor

Yesterday I was putting a couple of things in the closet for the baby of what is going to be the nursery. Jackson was helping me and asked me where the baby was going to live. I told him where and he was excited since the room is next to his. Later that night Scott and I asked him where the baby was going to sleep and he responded by telling us that the baby was going to sleep in his room. When I asked him where in his room he told me, "on the floor." Scott antagonized him telling him that the baby would not sleep in his room but in the nursery. Jackson got mad at him and yelled over and over again that the baby was sleeping in his room on the floor. Oh my...it starts already!