Here I am, commiserating over a lousy few days in my life, being introspective about things – by the way, that means regurgitating the past – and God said to me, “If in this life only we have hope in Christ, we are of all men most miserable.”
I am miserable, His love is immeasurable. Christ died for ME.
I’d say that Jesus had a pretty rough week a couple of thousand of years ago; who am I to complain. The least I can do is see this vapor for what it is…temporary until the day He comes to get us.
We are so busy being angry and depressed that we forget something so key to our mere existence: “But God commendeth his love toward us, in that, while we were yet sinners, Christ died for us.” Not so mere, is it?
We are our own worst enemy. We make hundreds of decisions every day, from what to wear to what to watch on television. But the one decision we need make is one that we put off and let languish…where and with whom we will spend Eternity.
I didn’t have it in me anymore to fight it. I had to ask. And it got me saved.
His Cross was chosen before the foundation of the world because God knew we needed – not wanted – a Savior.