Yeah. Satan. The Father of Lies himself. What am I thinking? Maybe that’s the problem…I’m spend too much of my life not thinking and just reacting.
As I got ready for my singing assembly this week, I thought I’d pick songs that had to do with love seeing as how Valentine’s Day is tomorrow. I had started this blog post, but wasn’t really sure where I was going with it. Then, as I scrolled through my power points of songs, these words leapt off the screen at me:
In Christ alone my hope is found;
He is my light, my strength, my song;
This cornerstone, this solid ground,
Firm through the fiercest drought and storm.
What heights of love, what depths of peace,
When fears are stilled, when strivings cease!
My comforter, my all in all—
Here in the love of Christ I stand.
There in the ground His body lay
Light of the world by darkness slain:
Then bursting forth in glorious Day
Up from the grave he rose again!
And as He stands in victory
Sin's curse has lost its grip on me,
For I am His and He is mine –
Bought with the precious blood of Christ.
Instead of Satan’s lies, this is the truth I want to live in. That Christ is the reason that I can have the courage to face another day. I can absolutely trust my Rock to hold no matter what the storm. Christ is my all in all, not chocolate, not chips, and not another person. He died, was buried, and rose again so that I would never have to be in bondage to sin for another second. I was bought at a terrible price, and this life is too short to waste it turning to lies and empty comfort instead of my Savior.
The new truth for me is that I can be thankful for this less than perfect body of mine. God knows that as a self-sufficient “I can fix it” sort of gal, I needed something that would drive me to Him. Something that would make my soul cry out for His. Something that would help me to remember to crave Him and His fullness—because He has nothing better to give me than Himself. As I continue on this journey, my mind is being renewed to remember that I can only be truly satisfied with Him—the one who paid for my soul with His own blood so that I would never have to go hungry again.