On Thin Ice

Every single time reality hits like a giant bucket of ice water: frigid, stark, invigorating, awakening.

This recurring event is preceded with deep meditation and sincere prayer that I am ashamed to say is all too rare of myself. It is followed by truth so evident that I continually wonder how I can miss it even for a second.

Grace that saved me, love that chose me, peace that holds me, joy that fills me…out of every moment that I have the privilege of being drenched in the water I stand, no I kneel, in awe of the goodness of my Maker.

With every icy bucket, by His grace, I am more aware of how much I gain in Christ each day at the “expense” of treating this world as a false reality. Because greater is He who is in me than he who is in the world (1 Jn. 4:4), I can with confidence live my life for an eternal purpose. No longer do I find reason or purpose in living for anything outside that which is eternal.

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Yet it is so hard. So many places, events, people, emotions, beg and plead for parts of my heart, but I can’t give it to them. I must resist, although it is tempting, to leave my heart in certain places, or set on certain experiences, or with certain people, or in a certain state because my heart cannot be stretched that thin.

My heart must belong solely to the One who chose it first: Jesus. My heart must be in His possession only because He alone deserves all of it, everything I can give. All my love, all my devotion, all that is within me is His because He paid the highest price for it. Besides, it’s His blood; I’m just a vessel for it to course through.

“For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also.” (Matthew 6:21)

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