"Just as you used to offer the parts of your body in slavery to impurity and to ever-increasing wickedness, so now offer them in slavery to righteousness leading to holiness." ~Romans 6:19
I read it this morning and it resonates with me somehow. I read the preceeding verses that play out like an "Extreme Makeover" episode and realize that I. am. a. new. person. And I don't have to make choices that pull me deeper into that dark and ugly living that pretends to be real life. I don't have to live the pretend life. Instead, I can live, really live. And rest in the One Who makes me righteous. The One in Whose eyes I am holy. Because "(I) have been set free from sin and have become (a slave) to righteousness." Period.
I mull it around inside my soul and realize the implications of this overwhelming truth. Because of what Jesus Christ did for me, I can live a new life. I. Have. New. Life. In Him.
And in this truth, this real life, I can rest. Really, truly, rest.
I can now turn my back on doing what comes naturally. Like complaining in my heart and harboring bitter attitudes. Like worrying about how I'm going to get everything done instead of trusting the very Creator of Time to lead me into and through my day. Like fearing the what-ifs instead of savoring the what-is.
Yes, I turn away from my natural inclinations, the way I've always done things, and I turn to God.
I offer Him my mind. Use it for your righteousness, Lord. Because when I allow my mind to act as a slave to its former master, it worries and fears and complains. Which leads to more worrying and fearing and complaining. But when I offer my mind to Holy God, He frees me from worry. And fear. And I realize there is no reason for complaining.
I offer Him my hands. To use them as He pleases. For building up others with the words I write. For providing a meal for my family. For creating a card to send to a friend in need of encouragement.
I offer Him my lips. Lord, please use my lips for Your right and holy purposes. To speak truth. Gently but boldly. To withhold bitter arguing and complaining. To encourage and build up my daughters, even when they are driving me crazy.
And then, I wait. As I rest. Because I know that I know that I know that He hears my prayers. And that these are the prayers that He loves...the kind of prayers that speak His very words back to Him. The kinds of prayers that rely on His strength alone for the answer.