You are . . . P U R E.
Let’s dive into this word.
free from anything of a different, inferior, or contaminating kind.
And what is it that contaminates us? What separates us from the perfect purity of our Holy God? It is our sin, our selfishness, our pride, our seeking pleasure, power, materialism over our God who loves us so completely. We are tarnished. All of us. The church ladies as well as those painted with a scarlet letter
The Lord promises us his purity. “If we confess our sins, he is faithful and just and will forgive us our sins and purify us from all unrighteousness,” (1 John 1:9, NIV). Friends, all we have to do is come to him and he runs to us and washes us clean from the inside out.
I think we sometimes hold onto our guilt and shame about mistakes we have made long after God has cleansed us from them. In his eyes, we are pure as the driven snow, in all areas of our life, because he covers over us with Jesus’s perfection. It is we who have to let go of that shame, the twisted lies of Satan that we are that thing we did. Let’s bring it all to him today and leave it at his throne, asking him to open our eyes to see ourselves as he sees us, as he purposed us to be, his delightful, pure girls.
Dear Heavenly Father, I confess to you all of my shortcomings, all the ways I have chosen that have taken me off of your life-giving path for me. Thank you for your promise to purify me from it all, making me pure as snow in your eyes. Help me to let go of the shame that clings to me in my short comings. Unburden me of sin and help me to skip freely through life as your pure daughter.
I used to think of myself as a strong person. Until I wasn’t. Until the waves of life knocked me off my feet and left me sinking in weakness. It is in this place of weariness where my eyes opened to my need to receive from God. It is in that place his miracles happen inside of us. The God who promises to never leave us or forsake us, pours out his mighty and gentle power. “My grace is all you need. My power works best in weakness,” Jesus says (2 Corinthians 12:9). ...
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