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There are moments; precious moments when I am as lucid about my sin as I can be. My transgressions stand in complete contradiction to my worth as an image bearer of God. They are completely irrational given the infinite loving-kindness I have been mercifully shown by my Holy Creator. I see sin for the dead-end it truly is.

My excuses, my justification, my dismissal and denial are all exposed for the cheap, hallow attempts at dodging guilt they most certainly are.

My longing to be renewed, re-made, re-aligned – restored – reaches a fever pitch.

It is in those moments that I am most ready to have God be God in my life. I am far more interested in His will than I am in my own. I cling to His intentions for me that I first grasped when I first entrusted my life to Him.

It is in those moments I am willing to be changed; saved from the consequences of my best apart from God.

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I love to tell my story.

I love it not because it sheds light on my abilities, my accomplishments, or my importance. I’m no more special than any other human being, just another beating heart with feet of clay.

My story is a joy to tell because it magnifies my Maker, my Savior, my Master, and my Friend.

God has mended my brokenness, redeemed by regrettable past, corrected my defiance, nurtured the gifting He knit in me from the womb, and granted me a future I could never attain on my own.

And the writing goes on.

My story matters only because it is a passage from a far grander tale; a story of the one and only Almighty stooping to lavishly love the least of these, among whom I am counted.

I love to tell my story … a journey through the valley of the shadow of death destined for ultimate arrival in the presence of the King who alone is worthy of glorious praise.

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It’s a sick sensation being caught red-handed … irrefutable evidence flooding in to drown me in my depravity. Instinctively I hide, deny, justify, minimize, excuse, condone, blame-shift (ad nauseam); pathetic attempts to preserve lifeless pursuits. It started with Adam (Gen 3:8-12) and has passed down to every generation since.

Hope in these desperate straits lies only in the precious gifts of conviction, contrition and confession, each mercifully prompted by the Spirit of truth as a straight and narrow path to restoration. Excruciating exposure opens wounds in want of healing, and they are healed.

Red hands are washed as pure as the driven snow by the blood of the Lamb. What would you give for such joy? You’ve not nearly enough, but nothing is all you need. Tell the truth of your transgressions and find a Father’s forgiveness, secured for you by the Son’s sacrifice.

This scandalous salvation (1 Cor 1:23) is the song of broken yet hopeful people. We sing because our once red hands have been made clean and made ready for every good work (2 Tim 2:21). And the One who began a good work in us will bring it to completion at the day of Jesus Christ.” (Phil 1:6)

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