death and life

This weekend makes me mindful of death and life. I can't help but think of all the ways I need to die to myself.

I'm stuck on how much I need to decrease so that He can increase. I keep thinking about the things I need to let die in my heart and in my thinking. There are so many things Jesus died to free me from that I unnecessarily take back onto myself. I need to leave those at the cross once and for all.

I also can't help but think of how badly I need His resurrection power to have its way in me.

I need to allow His truth to come alive inside me. I can't fully live until I embrace who He says I am. I need the fruit of His Spirit, the depth of His character, and the passion of His purpose to awaken inside me like a radiant new dawn. I am desperate for the newness of His living water to spring up in me. And to spring out of me.



I'm embracing both this weekend.

Just as He did.